Kai paprastumas stipriausiai įkvėpia naujai veiklai. 

Tiek daug neperskaityta, tiek nesužinota, tiek nenugyventa ir tiek dar nepajusta. 

Viskas stebima šaltom akim, stiklo apgaubty sėdima ir mąstoma. Būnama nautraliam, bet tik ne dugne. Sėdėti tykiai, eiti ramiai, nevarginant savo nervų, kurie dažniausiai būna išjudinti be reikalo, užtat jų sustabdymas kainuoja daugiau. 

Viršugalvis po stogu, žvilgsnis abejingas.

Galvoje miškai su giriom, tankumyniški krūmynai ir NEI VIENO paprasto kirmino, kuris be vargo galėtų sukelti sąmyšį tavo nervų ląstelėse.

Gilūs ir banguoti vandenynai, tikri dalykai aplink. Iš trupinių sudėtos vizijos ir po truputį užgimstantys jausmai, kurie niekuo gyvu neiškils ir per savo trumpą egzistencijos laiką niekada neplūduriuos paviršiuje.

Sistemos tikslingumo laidotuvės ir sūrių popkornų dėžutė bestebint absurdo scenas, per kurias smegenys atsisako veikti ar bandyti surasti prasmę.

Refreshing summer

This summer is like cold water to inner me and it feels so refreshing.. It washes all of the dirt that has been on me for a long time. The dirt of nonsense and stupidity.
Devilstone Fest was something that other people could envy us for. Seas of whiskey and loads of new friends. I could talk about every person that I've met there non-stop... Simply intelligent, wise and free people.

Randomly remembered things that cannot be transformed into a normal text...
• Lauri and Joona from Finland. Two little bastards. So many things we had in common.. Joona's jacket with QOTSA, his whiskey, voice of Vile Vallo and.. Truckfighters! Lauri's stories about traveling and another meet in my city. And finaly, after long sleepless nights, I can say Joona's name correctly! Credits to Lauri. ;)
• How could I ever forget the guy from Germany... Marius was his name-o. His cute face and two 'grandchildren'... The poverty has made him to sleep on the bench in the rain and to borrow some money from Lauri and Joona. Well, word 'poverty' was a joke. Wet night was caused by stuff that have been happening in his tent... So yeah, he wasn't that poor, he had a tent and had some money on his credit card BUT. But bank didn't want him to have them in his pocket... He also draws awesomely. And has remarkable skills of rolling joints! His last night stories about his trips and having fun inspired me and my other new friend to do much more than we had thought we could do...
• Nice hotel where bands have stayed and showers in it... Aaaaaghr, that feel when you live in a tent and wake up feeling even worse than homeless person and you can drive to a hotel and have a shower for only 4 lits...
• Waiting for Odeta in a parking lot next to a hotel. And my first time exploring the fish eye lense. Results shall come to Lauri's web album pretty soon I hope!
• Stoned Jesus concert... Oh, the performance was something that you couldn't forget that easy even if you tried hard. By he time we came to the concert, we felt the smell of great thing that use most people who likes desert rock. So we decided to follow this aroma and it didn't take too long to find potential users of green stuff... Still, we enjoyed observing them and, of course, the music. [I'm the mountain, Bright like the morning, Black woods....] Moving to the rhythm with our eyes closed.
• Crazy nun, the reaper deep in a forest and a black guy in white that I touched his face and put some point from there on my cheek. Oh, and a chicken Peter Griffin.
• Breakfast in bed, mothafucka!! Pagis, our new friend woke us up with 2 chocolate bars and some pomegranate juice. There also were few candidates in waking us up, but Pagis showed the class.
• Smuggling, bwhahaha!