can´t see shit

I have no idea, if i wrote something on the title or not, cause after several attempts to fix this blog, or trying to make it more beautiful that it was i greatly fucked something up.
But you know what they say "You fall, you get up, you fall again, then take off moms high-heels and continue your way" /Said by someone to cool for you to know his name/
Bla, bla, bla, bla.. i just had to get rid of some bullshit info from my head because i wanted to write about the homeless, racist pelicans, who has a strong belief that "every little thing is going to be all right."
creative - randomness - professor. CRP. From this day on, that´s how you shall call me. Mr CRP.

But finally i get down to the story i wanted you all to know about.
Cause i am a such a nice person, who believes that sharing is caring.

It happened yesterday. Me and my friend were walking through the wonderful streets of Århus when we meet this guy. (we knew him, but i will just not mention his name or gender, so that you would not now who he really was)
After exchanging with a few "hi" , "how are you" , "i´m doing ok, but i will not tell you why not very good" sentences, i said that i really need to get back to my "real life" and start doing something after spending all weekend drinking and smoking cigarettes. And what he said was just something i will never forget.
 "But you do not need to do stuff all the time, why do people want to do something, it´s very nice, just to be, just to exist" This man said with a wide smile ... My mind just really stop working for a second to reload just received information.
This guy was a very hippy-ish and everything he did was meditation, but still.. How, why, what?? I have always forced myself to do stuff, to develop, grow, get inspired and then put that all these bits and pieces in some kind of element, that would reflect my gathered knowledge and skill set, just to always prove that i can do more, and more if i do stuff. Make a world a better place by DOing. And i´ve heard him saying, that he does not gets, why there is so much hate in the world. One of the things might be that there are some guys like him, who doesn´t do shit to change the world in any direction.

 I´ve always tried to be tolerant and listen to others opinions no matter their nationality, status in society or looks, but this was a bit something too much for me to understand. Why would anyone would just like to exist? Easier? I guess so. "There is no bad music, but bad performance" This guys life seems to be performed bad in my eyes.

bet necenties, nepulies ta..

..jo tev nesanaks, sa vai ta :)

a bit of Latvian for the start here.

Actually now i am writing here not because i want to, but because i have not written a single line for a few weeks, and "the pressure pushing down on me" /Queen/ that i have to write something otherwise a terrible thing might happen.

a,b,c,d,e,f,g you smell bit of your own pee.

every Christmas i have realized something super wise, that guides me in a certain direction in my life. But i guess that now, even not waiting 8 more months i have understand that this is just not working out.
Having blurry visions and 51520 things up in the air that i want to pull down at the same time + NOT putting all the effort towards achieving the wanted big goal - making nice videos. Only looking at others work, and doing some other crap that leads only in dead-end, like writing this blog.

i actually did not meant that about my blog, cause it just a piece of awesomeness .

a bit of me putting out / confessing my complains, but it my blog so i can write what the f*ck i want :)
and i feel a bit better as well now, cause when i tell this to people, either they say, that i should not be that serious (and basically stay an average person) or says that i will do great, but i am not doing anything great yet, so that makes not that much sense. and this wonderful blog stay quite and approves all the crap i write here as it is.

could sound that i am hiding from "real world" or others critics, but i just know what is the best for myself :)

oh, oh and i can´t put any funny pictures of myself cause i lost my camera.

Laters.

Lime/Lame/Lama/

I couldn´t come up with any more words that would look,sounds similar..
and fucking facebook. i pressed the tag "creat a new post" an hour ago and still have written only these first two lines.
and i can not close it cause important people have to receive, and replay important messages.

i´m kind a nice guy, cause i like to please/help most of the people, but there are quite a few moments also when i like to be an asshole or just talk bad.

well this is a picture of today where, i was walking to the bus station and it was raining quite a bit.
on my way i saw this group of attractive girls standing in the rain, in front of the government house and protesting (or more like saying their opiion) against the war in Afganistan.

so i just had to take a picture with them, cause it look like quite a fail.
i think that i was the first person who actually stopped to take a look (also pictures) at them for a while.

in the first picture ther´s a girl looking at me, with a bit confused, not that happy face (probably no one would be that happy to stand in a rain with a flag pole in the hand for several hours), and in the second picture she saw me taking a picture and raised her sign up in the air and smiled.

nothing against what are they doing, definitely nothing against those pretty ladies themselves,
just a bit funny, how not good was their tries to call for people´s attentions.

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as i was introduced to this word -Karma- few years ago i bet it would hit me, with not a successful event (i´m planing to make one), cause i just said this thing about this protest.
same as i gave back an iphone i found on a street and found my stolen bike few month later..
in that case, fuck you karma.

Enough of me now.

Or at least finish you dish.

or just at least a thought, work or anything you started.
at least for me that´s quite a problem, that i have started to do so many things and nearly never i´ve finished the shit up.
also now, i wanted to start to have my artist, designer carrier but it´s just not me.

and by not being able to decide what do i really want to do i´ve wasted more time then money in cigarette´s during the last half a year.

I have tried to do everything cause it looked cool or it looked cool. and often it looked very cool.

I know that i am supposed to make videos, a lot and very cool ones, and i will get back to that very soon. Only i need to learn how to make a fucking ( sufficient for me ) website and then i´m off.





...and it´s also not cool to through food out, so finish you dish.


a bit too serious but can´t be crazy ass funny all the time, how to get out my inner gay-side once a while :)

eat your fish.

.. or maybe if your not that much into eating fish on a lovely sunday morning - you can just look at these beautiful ones.
I was told to do that, so now you have to do it as well
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bLYLIenbYLc

how, high can you go?

Another post from "This thing happened in the bus" series.
Or actually i was sitting in a bus and i noticed a dude, on bike driving by a bus driver and showing his middle finger to a bus driver. Something a bit funny at least happened during this not so funny evening + i don´t i´ve ever seen someone being able to put his finger so far up in the nose that another bus driver.. waiting for the light to turn green, he was having he´s moment of the life and i think he was able to scratch his brain at that moment.. fuck :D


Enough with this exciting stories, cause i got my bike freeee, freedom, my bike is free, i can finally jump on it like on a wild horse in wild west and it will take me wherever my orders will guide it. After 4 months of waiting for it´s awesome owner it´s ready to be used once again.. And it needs to get ready one more day, cause the weather is too fucked up to go out.
and no i´m not afraid of the weather, i´m just a great owner of my ride.

three stories good stories?
mmh, no.

map of a mind - keeps you blind

i don´t even know how the fuck i just came up with that, but it sounds awesome. Even better than your name.

Yes, yes gangster is back in the building for one line, and then i´ll write about how insecure my inner self is..
No fuck now, i don´t have my inner myself, so though i am. (i will write it down later in my personal diary that´s under my bed.. good thing no one ever reads the things written in brackets, cause it´s always, most of the time a crap information anyway).

A discovery ! With a whole role of duct tape you can not, and i repeat, can not stick a projector screen on the wall. Or definitely not with the "Tigers" duct (crap) tape for sure.

Here you can have a look to a picture that i took with my HD calculator.

until you figure out how i can stick that thing back on the wall + something cool about yourself, i see you then!