Pasenau dar metais, nu. Gimtadienis.

Birthday. Daah.

Ko tai liūdna. Visai norėčiau braškinių ledų su šokoladu.

Anyone want's to make a present for me? I'm dreaming abouth wide angle lenses for my zenit

Niekas nenori man padovanoti plačiakampį objektyvą zenitui?

Some pics you must see:

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Į stiklainį įmetu du žmones.
Gražu.

O pradūrus tik vieną skylę, vienas uždus?
Deja. Oro trūks abiems.



Dabar stiklainin įmetė mane.
-Pradurk skylių, noriu kvėuoti.
-Kiek Tau jų reikia?
-Trijų manau pakaks.
-Tiek neužteks.
-O kiek tada reikia?
-Suskaičiuok.

...gaunu oro.
Blaškausi, bet stiklainis mažas.
Desperatiškai kabinuosi nagais į stiklą.
Aš žinau, aš užlipsiu... Not.

-Išimk mane, nebenoriu čia būti.
-Gerai. Kibkis į ranką. Tik ne nagais.
-Bet aš kitaip nemoku.
-Gerai.

Žaizdos juk gyja.
Išima, palaiko rankose.
Laisvė?




O tada suprantu, kad aš vėl stiklainyje.
Tik šįkart juo grožisi kiti žmones.

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Into the jar I throw two humans.
Nice.

And if I pierce just one hole, one human will die?

Unfortunately. There'll be not enough oxygen for both of them.

And now I was thrown into the jar.
- Pierce some holes, I want to breathe.
- How many of them do you want?
- Three. I think it will be enough.
- That much will fail.
- So, how many of them do I need?
- Count it.

... I got some air.
I fluster, but the jar is small.
Desperately I cling with my nails into the glass.
I know, I will reach it... Not.

- Take me out, I don't want to be here.
- Okay. Take my hand. Just not with your nails.
- But I don't know how to do it differently.
- Okay.

But the wounds heals, afterwards.
He takes me out, holds in his hands.

And then I understand that I'm in the jar again.
But this time it is admired by the other people.

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Can water dance?