Book: Tales of the old Vilnius II. Page 4
The art began, when I finished the magic... First, I drew nothing but shamans, and every picture was a action, full of power and very specific meaning. Painted deer pierced by an arrow drawn, promised a quick death to a living beast and abundant food to all interested parties. Drawn spirit helper attentively listened to requests and started rubbing your head, wondering how to fulfill them. Draw a path to the Lower World after a few strokes of the tambourine became a wide trail, trodden by the feet of hundreds of predecessors. Us a long time to come back, girl. Home... We were there waiting.
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MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 16:31
Because if we do complete garbage, please do it flawlessly. Perfection is able to give meaning to any stupid thing, it is in itself meaningful. Necessary and sufficient.
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MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 15:49
If you think about it, the art itself is folly. Irrational, unnecessary, excessive action, without which you can easily do. That is, without it you can survive. But it is impossible to live.
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MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 15:37
Someone needs to go for bread, and let it be me, because whenever I say to myself, it would be good to walk, certainly it appears that there is no time absolutely. Even a measly half an hour - an unthinkable luxury for a man whose so much work. But to go beyond bread - useful, almost pleasing to God who want confirm. And work graciously agreed to suffer a little bit. For bread - it's twenty minutes round-trip, not more.
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MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 15:36
Compared with nightmares almost every human life's quite good, agree.
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MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 15:36
Four hours, five cups of coffee, three of mulled wine, a flask of brandy and half a bottle of rum for two after both were numb tips of frozen fingers, no land under my feet were weightless as the lunarians, excited and vociferous, as escaped from the custody of the Teens, in languages like old times, danced a cheerful fire, - still, what to say, what words to throw into this insatiable furnace, but would not shut up, calm down, not to stop, not to think about fatigue not to turn it into a warm home - plenty of time then, not now, we just played out.
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MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 15:28
