Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
суббота, 26 апреля 2008
Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
What have I done? Why is he so rude to me? He's my dad, I didn't want to make him angry. I'm sorry, whatever I've done...
I understand he's tired from his work but he's not at work now, it's a weekend. Moreover, a holiday...
Hurts....
I understand he's tired from his work but he's not at work now, it's a weekend. Moreover, a holiday...
Hurts....
Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
I will still protect myself from all people, I know even a friend can stab a knife in the back. I try to be tough but I still trust people at times. *blushes* There are remains of hope not everyone is... You know what.
I'll hold that lecture for teachers. And try to do the impossible thing - not to speak in a whisper. What can they do to me? It is them who asked me to give information. So I'll stand on my fear with the high heel and won't let it out until the lecture will be ended. I'm a shame, I'm ugly, I'm a bitch, I'm a whore... But I was asked about sth - and I'll do it.
The next step will be NowLive. Then fear will be locked in the cat's cage until I finish the program. I won't let it shake my voice. What will happen later? Something. But it will be later. After all.
I'll do this. Just because I want this to happen. I'm an empty place with wishes and a big transparent artificial feeling that makes me strong enough to control fear...
I'll hold that lecture for teachers. And try to do the impossible thing - not to speak in a whisper. What can they do to me? It is them who asked me to give information. So I'll stand on my fear with the high heel and won't let it out until the lecture will be ended. I'm a shame, I'm ugly, I'm a bitch, I'm a whore... But I was asked about sth - and I'll do it.
The next step will be NowLive. Then fear will be locked in the cat's cage until I finish the program. I won't let it shake my voice. What will happen later? Something. But it will be later. After all.
I'll do this. Just because I want this to happen. I'm an empty place with wishes and a big transparent artificial feeling that makes me strong enough to control fear...
пятница, 25 апреля 2008
Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
Or just somebody for whom I wouldn't be "not too bad but not beautiful too"...
Stupid dream. I know it can never come true. I know. *ready to get shoes at the face*
Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
I had a strange dream again... My dreams are stupid and childish, I'm trying to get rid of them by taking depressant pills to sleep better. Nevertheless, it happens sometimes.
I should have forgotten this
I should have forgotten this
@настроение:
indefinite 
Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
I've never thought a day of reality can be happy. Not a minute of pain for today. Only pleasant things happened.
I met Inna_De in person! We had been planning that for quite a long time, but didn't manage to meet. At last we did. Never thought someone can be so close in points of view and perception of the world. I've already written this in my LJ, but some people from here are not there. Communicating has never made me so happy for the last 2 years. It seems sth is coming back.
Such a lot of interests in common... Unbelievable.
Oksana emailed me and said she has a new impression about me. So nice... I missed sincere people since that time... Since that one told me what to say and what to listen. The places didn't hurt - the 1st time in 2 years.
And at school... The strongest fear I've ever had and... I will have to hold a 20-minutes lecture for teachers on May, 5. =))
I must be dreaming...
I met Inna_De in person! We had been planning that for quite a long time, but didn't manage to meet. At last we did. Never thought someone can be so close in points of view and perception of the world. I've already written this in my LJ, but some people from here are not there. Communicating has never made me so happy for the last 2 years. It seems sth is coming back.
Such a lot of interests in common... Unbelievable. Oksana emailed me and said she has a new impression about me. So nice... I missed sincere people since that time... Since that one told me what to say and what to listen. The places didn't hurt - the 1st time in 2 years.
And at school... The strongest fear I've ever had and... I will have to hold a 20-minutes lecture for teachers on May, 5. =))
I must be dreaming...
среда, 23 апреля 2008
Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
I'm thinking again... I know I have no brains. And all my articles are stupid, all about same things. People used to like them, but now it's different. Nobody is able to like things written by an empty place. I will never become a journalist...
I'm not afraid of pain and hatred. You can also laugh. I will post links to some thoughts. Worth nothing. I decided to...catch bad attitude and pain. I will make myself become a masochist. Or pretend I am.
http://h.ua/story/69783/
http://h.ua/story/61894/
http://h.ua/story/61491/
http://h.ua/story/60164/
http://h.ua/story/60161/
http://h.ua/story/56813/
http://h.ua/story/56752/
http://h.ua/story/56725/
http://h.ua/story/56670/
http://h.ua/story/56512/
Warning! Rare shit. Extremely stupid. But I'm still asking: (remember, I have no brains) Please, no lies
I'm not afraid of pain and hatred. You can also laugh. I will post links to some thoughts. Worth nothing. I decided to...catch bad attitude and pain. I will make myself become a masochist. Or pretend I am.
http://h.ua/story/69783/
http://h.ua/story/61894/
http://h.ua/story/61491/
http://h.ua/story/60164/
http://h.ua/story/60161/
http://h.ua/story/56813/
http://h.ua/story/56752/
http://h.ua/story/56725/
http://h.ua/story/56670/
http://h.ua/story/56512/
Warning! Rare shit. Extremely stupid. But I'm still asking: (remember, I have no brains) Please, no lies
Вопрос: Should I quit writing?
| 1. Yes, of course, as soon as possible. | 0 | (0%) | |
| 2. The most stupid things I've ever read. Why have you started this? | 1 | (33.33%) | |
| 3. At least sth to laugh at. | 0 | (0%) | |
| 4. Other answer (post as comments, I'm ready for everything) | 2 | (66.67%) | |
| Всего: | 3 | ||
Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
I failed the test. One of the most important ones. All future depended on it. If I have less than 124 points... then I won't be able to enter the University.
For now I know I've done 1 mistake in the Ukrainian language part (I'm sure I have more, that one is just what I remember) and about 4 in the Literature part. There are much more, of course.
The composition. Here's what made me fail. A stupid topic for it, the biggest problem were examples from literature and history. My "eternal" ones, which can be mentioned in almost any composition, were useless here. So I had to think of statements to prove - with examples, of course. I wrote this on a draft as points were taken away for correcting. And then it was said 15 minutes have remained. So I did my best to rewrite everything, I made all the statements shorter in order to mention all necessary examples. I was nervous, my hand was shaking so strongly that I couldn't hold the pen. As a result my handwriting was even worse than it really is. The conclusion is so stupid... Just 1 sentence without a meaning.
I have to cross all dreams of future. It's not my destiny. Not talented, not intelligent, I stay shut up about the face. No University will accept me. It's just the first test. What will be with all next ones? ...
The only good minute of this day is that I managed to spit at the side of a couple. I was on my way home with 2 friends when we noticed a happy couple in front of us. Hugs and kisses... My impossible stupid dream past. No more, the price of this is too big. I wish it was just money... So they were walking in front of us and then... stopped and started kissing, a long French kiss. Me and the unmerciful whore hopper once had a 28-minute-long kiss. But this is PAST. Nobody would like to kiss sb with cut eyes, only for some dirty purpose.
When we were walking past those people, I said "I'm going to throw up!" And then asked girls if I said it loudly enough. They answered I had, and we think not only the couple heard my opinion.
Then we laughed wildly, thought I'd roll on the ground laughing. =)
Nevertheless, nothing can correct failure...
For now I know I've done 1 mistake in the Ukrainian language part (I'm sure I have more, that one is just what I remember) and about 4 in the Literature part. There are much more, of course.
The composition. Here's what made me fail. A stupid topic for it, the biggest problem were examples from literature and history. My "eternal" ones, which can be mentioned in almost any composition, were useless here. So I had to think of statements to prove - with examples, of course. I wrote this on a draft as points were taken away for correcting. And then it was said 15 minutes have remained. So I did my best to rewrite everything, I made all the statements shorter in order to mention all necessary examples. I was nervous, my hand was shaking so strongly that I couldn't hold the pen. As a result my handwriting was even worse than it really is. The conclusion is so stupid... Just 1 sentence without a meaning.
I have to cross all dreams of future. It's not my destiny. Not talented, not intelligent, I stay shut up about the face. No University will accept me. It's just the first test. What will be with all next ones? ...
The only good minute of this day is that I managed to spit at the side of a couple. I was on my way home with 2 friends when we noticed a happy couple in front of us. Hugs and kisses... My impossible stupid dream past. No more, the price of this is too big. I wish it was just money... So they were walking in front of us and then... stopped and started kissing, a long French kiss. Me and the unmerciful whore hopper once had a 28-minute-long kiss. But this is PAST. Nobody would like to kiss sb with cut eyes, only for some dirty purpose.
When we were walking past those people, I said "I'm going to throw up!" And then asked girls if I said it loudly enough. They answered I had, and we think not only the couple heard my opinion.
Then we laughed wildly, thought I'd roll on the ground laughing. =) Nevertheless, nothing can correct failure...
понедельник, 21 апреля 2008
Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
I'm dreaming of beautiful eyes... Recently a new trend has appeared - making scars on the body, and it's considered to be fashionable. (Nevertheles, I hate it as well as piercing) But scars on eyes are sth bad. Yes, my eyes are different.
Don't think I wanted my face to be like this. If I knew the operation will have this result, I would never let anyone do it. I would already be blind, and I know I'd have committed suicide then. But I wouldn't be ugly. There could be no world of beauties for me. No pain, no losing those I love, no disappointment in me - for friends and family.
I'm sorry for my being alive. I wish I knew... I wish I could look into eyes of people I love without scaring them. I wish I could have beautiful photos. I wish nobody was ashamed of me...
Please, forgive my stupid dreaming. I know dreaming of having beautiful eyes will never have any results, I mean - good results. It is sometimes said that if you think of sth for a long time, it comes true. Maybe it's this way with some events or things like that. But physical body is different. If it's ugly - nothing can help.
Almost all of those whores are models. I'm sometimes even dreaming of...being better than them . I realise people are already thinking of killing me for this sinful thought. I'm dreaming of being admired instead of being laughed at. Of leaving them far behind. Of an opportunity to tell them "What? Thought your dirty pierced cunt is allmighty? Girl, you've mistaken."
These are just useless stupid dreams. They're the beauty of this world, and I'm the ugliness. The most interesting thing is that there's not a single person in this world who would consider them to be ugly. XD
I once wrote about an American "Agency of Ugly Models". Why isn't there anything like this in Ukraine? Then there would be at least one place where beauties wouldn't be adored... And where I wouldn't be a weed among roses... A funny Ukrainian exprеssion, I know. ^^ But it suits the situation perfectly.
Don't think I wanted my face to be like this. If I knew the operation will have this result, I would never let anyone do it. I would already be blind, and I know I'd have committed suicide then. But I wouldn't be ugly. There could be no world of beauties for me. No pain, no losing those I love, no disappointment in me - for friends and family.
I'm sorry for my being alive. I wish I knew... I wish I could look into eyes of people I love without scaring them. I wish I could have beautiful photos. I wish nobody was ashamed of me...
Please, forgive my stupid dreaming. I know dreaming of having beautiful eyes will never have any results, I mean - good results. It is sometimes said that if you think of sth for a long time, it comes true. Maybe it's this way with some events or things like that. But physical body is different. If it's ugly - nothing can help.
Almost all of those whores are models. I'm sometimes even dreaming of...being better than them . I realise people are already thinking of killing me for this sinful thought. I'm dreaming of being admired instead of being laughed at. Of leaving them far behind. Of an opportunity to tell them "What? Thought your dirty pierced cunt is allmighty? Girl, you've mistaken."
These are just useless stupid dreams. They're the beauty of this world, and I'm the ugliness. The most interesting thing is that there's not a single person in this world who would consider them to be ugly. XD
I once wrote about an American "Agency of Ugly Models". Why isn't there anything like this in Ukraine? Then there would be at least one place where beauties wouldn't be adored... And where I wouldn't be a weed among roses... A funny Ukrainian exprеssion, I know. ^^ But it suits the situation perfectly.
воскресенье, 20 апреля 2008
Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
Remember the famous song by Fleur, about the scariest word?
This pic is dedicated to someone who was expected to tell about death in order not to sit and listen to pierced butterflies' screaming or looking into eyes of dead birds...
Just remember the song. Yes, the real "he" not "little" at all. XDD On the contrary. I'd feel like a cockroach in front of him if I saw him. =)))
And... butterflies' collections. They're an essential part of some science...
2 people were reasons for this. A different message to both.
Photos by Amily
This pic is dedicated to someone who was expected to tell about death in order not to sit and listen to pierced butterflies' screaming or looking into eyes of dead birds...
Just remember the song. Yes, the real "he" not "little" at all. XDD
On the contrary. I'd feel like a cockroach in front of him if I saw him. =)))And... butterflies' collections. They're an essential part of some science...
2 people were reasons for this. A different message to both.
Photos by Amily
Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
There are 3 creatures in me: a stupid child, a retired whore with marasmus and an insane gay.
суббота, 19 апреля 2008
Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
There's a program on TV shown at the moment. Model whores are struggling for $50000. One of the tests was when a whore put her head into a glass box and tried to eat a hung up strawberry. The box was full of flies. Whores ate flies together with strawberries!!! Whores were among flies!!!! So cool!!!!! Whores had to eat flies!!!! *LOL*
Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
Whatever it is said, there are lots of unwritten laws in life existence. They're created by people for some reason considered to be higher than the others. Being different is a crime. And this hurts.
The worst feature of these rules are that thay're unbreakable.
The worst feature of these rules are that thay're unbreakable.
"Beauty hasn't saved anyone,
Beauty is just a reason for evil..." (c) translated
Eyes are said to be the mirror of the soul. This stupid phrase, I hate it like all other ones in that "spew in sugar" style. But... it has a part of truth. People like girls with beautiful eyes. And childish cute faces, of course. The mirror of the soul must be attractive - as it contains the reflection of that fuckin soul.
A cracked mirror is said to be sth extremely bad and dangerous, it brings bad luck, especially looking into it. And a beautiful soul can only have a beautiful reflection. This means ugly eyes mean an ugly dirty soul - they bring bad luck. And there's no wonder people don't like this. Moreover, they're ashamed of having a symbol of bad luck. A working one, by the way, the one that really brings what it is said to bring.
The world is ruled by beauties. Maybe there's sth uncommon in their genes so that they're so perfect? Maybe they're higher than mere mortals? I don't think so, but now doubt is creeping inside my consciousness like a disgusting worm....
Who creates these unwritten ;aws? And what for?
Beauty is just a reason for evil..." (c) translated
Eyes are said to be the mirror of the soul. This stupid phrase, I hate it like all other ones in that "spew in sugar" style. But... it has a part of truth. People like girls with beautiful eyes. And childish cute faces, of course. The mirror of the soul must be attractive - as it contains the reflection of that fuckin soul.
A cracked mirror is said to be sth extremely bad and dangerous, it brings bad luck, especially looking into it. And a beautiful soul can only have a beautiful reflection. This means ugly eyes mean an ugly dirty soul - they bring bad luck. And there's no wonder people don't like this. Moreover, they're ashamed of having a symbol of bad luck. A working one, by the way, the one that really brings what it is said to bring.
The world is ruled by beauties. Maybe there's sth uncommon in their genes so that they're so perfect? Maybe they're higher than mere mortals? I don't think so, but now doubt is creeping inside my consciousness like a disgusting worm....
Who creates these unwritten ;aws? And what for?
пятница, 18 апреля 2008
Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
Everywhere in the streets people are waiting for each other, they're proud of each other, everyone is loved and loves someone else. They're people. They are admired. Everyone makes and receives phone calls...
I'm an empty place. Remains of a stupid shadow. Nevertheless, I am dreaming of sth than will never come true. I used to be waited for, I used to be needed and called. It's the past... I know I've written about this a lot of times. Sorry.
"Know what? You can hardly walk in these shoes!" - said a mate from the courses. She's a cool girl, self-confident and arrogant to some people, always smiling and talking about sth interesting. I like her. So I didn't notice the minute of pain. What is a minute of pain in comparison with eternity of pain? Nothing.
Dreaming of anyone to hold my hand... Still don't know how much I would have to pay for that... Miss Perfection has created a sophisticated way to hurt me - but I am doing my best to be as rude as possible with her. "I have a creative way of thinking, I never show unsuccessful photos..." *spits angrily*
Girls. Each one is admired. Especially those dressed unusually. All girls are. And I'm laughed at, whatever I'm dresed in and wherever I go. I know I have chicken's brains and don't understand anything. But why? Why is that?
...A phone call just for a talk. Someone waiting for me. "Are you coming?" - when I'm late. And no anger in these words. A message because sb is interested what's going on with me. A meeting. Smiles. And not a single creature laughes at me. Sb lets me hold his hand. Sb is not ashamed of going along a street with me. Someone who wouldn't join somebody else who would like to hurt me. Not a single bad word about my appearance and makeup. No fear... No fear at all... No more loneliness... Something sincere, no lies......
I'm an empty place. Remains of a stupid shadow. Nevertheless, I am dreaming of sth than will never come true. I used to be waited for, I used to be needed and called. It's the past... I know I've written about this a lot of times. Sorry.
"Know what? You can hardly walk in these shoes!" - said a mate from the courses. She's a cool girl, self-confident and arrogant to some people, always smiling and talking about sth interesting. I like her. So I didn't notice the minute of pain. What is a minute of pain in comparison with eternity of pain? Nothing.
Dreaming of anyone to hold my hand... Still don't know how much I would have to pay for that... Miss Perfection has created a sophisticated way to hurt me - but I am doing my best to be as rude as possible with her. "I have a creative way of thinking, I never show unsuccessful photos..." *spits angrily*
Girls. Each one is admired. Especially those dressed unusually. All girls are. And I'm laughed at, whatever I'm dresed in and wherever I go. I know I have chicken's brains and don't understand anything. But why? Why is that?
...A phone call just for a talk. Someone waiting for me. "Are you coming?" - when I'm late. And no anger in these words. A message because sb is interested what's going on with me. A meeting. Smiles. And not a single creature laughes at me. Sb lets me hold his hand. Sb is not ashamed of going along a street with me. Someone who wouldn't join somebody else who would like to hurt me. Not a single bad word about my appearance and makeup. No fear... No fear at all... No more loneliness... Something sincere, no lies......
This is a stupid dream. I am trying not to let it into my head. What the fuck, if it will never come true?
Sometimes we have to give up. As hope is just a waste of time. Hope for unreal things.
Sometimes we have to give up. As hope is just a waste of time. Hope for unreal things.
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Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
Just found this... Now I can be sure I will remain ugly forever. Nothing can help... Beauties with perfect eyes rule this fuckin world...
http://www.plasticsurgery.org/patients_consumers/procedures/Blepharoplasty.cfm
My problem is not on the list. It's the eye, not eyelids.
I have serious eye conditions.
Detached retina is one of them.
And the risk of losing eyesight....
http://www.plasticsurgery.org/patients_consumers/procedures/Blepharoplasty.cfm
My problem is not on the list. It's the eye, not eyelids.
I have serious eye conditions.
Detached retina is one of them.
And the risk of losing eyesight....
Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
I'm still under the impression of the event...
This video isn't Ukrainian, of course, and doesn't fully correspond to what I saw. Nevertheless, it's quite detailed.
P.S. At last I made a layout I feel comfortable in...
This video isn't Ukrainian, of course, and doesn't fully correspond to what I saw. Nevertheless, it's quite detailed.
P.S. At last I made a layout I feel comfortable in...
среда, 16 апреля 2008
Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
Sth strange is happening around me... It has always been this way, but now this is much more noticeable.
Love&HATRED
Thoughtful images
Love&HATRED
Thoughtful images
вторник, 15 апреля 2008
Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
Just back from the "Oneness" modern art exhibition, the author is a Japanese artist Mariko Mori.
The impression could be spoiled by happy couples again, but... I closed my eyes and brains from them. A long queue to the art centre, different people, I was the only single one... A few funny crazy old women in front of me, one of them helped me to find the way to the centre. In fact we both helped each other. That was near the place where my beloved scientist and I used to meet...
Unfortunately taking pics was forbidden.
Unusually polite securities checked my bag and asked if I had any metal on myself. I said there were just the phone, earrings, the necklace and keys. In the bag - "Only a copybook". One of them asked: "Goth?" "Yes, but not in the subculture." - I answered and...smiled.
The 1st part of the exhibition were photos. It's quite hard to explain how they were placed. In circles under the ceiling. Photos of different cities of the world. An in each one there was sth like a glass coffin with an alien inside. Firstly, the pics were big and detailed. Moreover, they were unusually placed. This was what created the impression. A huge world, but so many things in common.
The second part was a room with some sketches on the walls, and 2 sculptures. The sketches were made by the author before she created the final one, according to it the statue had been made. Firstly it reminded me of some fruit cut into 2 parts. But having seen the drawings I understood it was a UFO.
And another sculpture - it seemed to be a sculpture - was a strange one. 6 aliens standing on a white floor holding each other's hands. There was a woman who works in that art centre in the room . She said that if you stand on your knees and embrace the alien, you'll hear his heartbeat. And his eyes will be filled with blue light. Or just place a hand on the alien's chest. And if 6 people embrace all aliens at once, there will be a single heartbeat, one for all. And there will also be light on the floor.
They had kind faces. All bodies had a light blue color and felt like some strange kind of skin. Not human skin, some other, don't know how to describe. The lips and nose were like those of nice people, but a bit different too. And eyes...they were blue, like they eyes of My... Not mine anymore that has never been mine.
An artificial alien let me embrace him. Yes, that's just a statue, but... No artificial intelligence can be created. Nevertheless it felt so nice... Heartbeat as a reaction for my embrace... Unreal. From another world. In this one it cannot be.
A nice guy to whom I even managed to say a few words. "Impossibly strange..." - I said to myself. "What?" - he asked me. "Cool and...unreal..." - I answered. And then a few more people came in and that guy called me - to show them what will be if 6 people hug the aliens at once.
3 people talked to me today! Without laughing. I still cannot believe it happened to me.
The next part of the exhibition was a dark room with another strange sculpture. A big glass oval (almost, it looked more like a transparent glass lemon) shape with some smaller ones inside. When sunlight goes through it, the sculpture has unusual colors and patterns, different ones.
After that - another room with white walls. In the middle there was sth like a white fluffy rug with small glass bubbles placed as a circle. Above the middle of it there was a mirror sphere hanging on a chain of smaller mirror spheres. It looked as if it's floating in the air.
There were several artworks on the walls. They reminded me parts of the movies our biology teacher showed us. Something looking like cells, a lot of usual ones or a few those that already started to divide. Another one looked like a nucleus of a cell with DNA coming out. The next one seemed to be cells after division, I thought of a beginning of a life as soon as I saw it. Also a pic of louds. Maybe, if the aliens really exist, this is the frame in which they see the image of us? And another picture made me think of how those creatures land on planets, if they do.
Another room. Looked like a tribute to ancient cultures. Artificial stones - big ones on small ones. The big stones were glowing, each one - in a different color. All this - in a dark room. In the opposite corner there was much light. Big flat white stones on the floor and a glass sculpture in the middle. The stones had different shapes and looked as if there were not places in any order. 4 rectangle ones were like a frame around the sculpture.
UPD: Just found this. A slideshow. At least it can give a rough idea. But it won't be full until all that is seen and perceived in real life. At least, I think so.
Only God knows if there's sb except us or not.
The way Mori presented the possibly existing aliens was the one that suited my beliefs perfectly. Why do all movies show aliens as evil creatures? If sb is different from the others, this doesn't mean he's bad. If you are going to meet a person, do you always approach him or her with a bad attitude? Who said they - if they exist - want to harm us? I think they can have hearts, thoughts and feelings. Different from ours, of course. Completely different. But not worse and not better. When we communicate with people, we accept and like them as they are. At least everything should be this way. So why can't we accept and respect the alien personalities if there are any. if we have a friendly attitude - they would also have it to us.
Alien life forms were shown from another side. Oneness means "unity". That is - everything is in eternal connection...
The impression could be spoiled by happy couples again, but... I closed my eyes and brains from them. A long queue to the art centre, different people, I was the only single one... A few funny crazy old women in front of me, one of them helped me to find the way to the centre. In fact we both helped each other.
That was near the place where my beloved scientist and I used to meet...Unfortunately taking pics was forbidden.
Unusually polite securities checked my bag and asked if I had any metal on myself. I said there were just the phone, earrings, the necklace and keys. In the bag - "Only a copybook". One of them asked: "Goth?" "Yes, but not in the subculture." - I answered and...smiled.
The 1st part of the exhibition were photos. It's quite hard to explain how they were placed. In circles under the ceiling. Photos of different cities of the world. An in each one there was sth like a glass coffin with an alien inside. Firstly, the pics were big and detailed. Moreover, they were unusually placed. This was what created the impression. A huge world, but so many things in common.
The second part was a room with some sketches on the walls, and 2 sculptures. The sketches were made by the author before she created the final one, according to it the statue had been made. Firstly it reminded me of some fruit cut into 2 parts. But having seen the drawings I understood it was a UFO.
And another sculpture - it seemed to be a sculpture - was a strange one. 6 aliens standing on a white floor holding each other's hands. There was a woman who works in that art centre in the room . She said that if you stand on your knees and embrace the alien, you'll hear his heartbeat. And his eyes will be filled with blue light. Or just place a hand on the alien's chest. And if 6 people embrace all aliens at once, there will be a single heartbeat, one for all. And there will also be light on the floor.
They had kind faces. All bodies had a light blue color and felt like some strange kind of skin. Not human skin, some other, don't know how to describe. The lips and nose were like those of nice people, but a bit different too. And eyes...they were blue, like they eyes of My... Not mine anymore that has never been mine.
An artificial alien let me embrace him. Yes, that's just a statue, but... No artificial intelligence can be created. Nevertheless it felt so nice... Heartbeat as a reaction for my embrace... Unreal. From another world. In this one it cannot be.
A nice guy to whom I even managed to say a few words. "Impossibly strange..." - I said to myself. "What?" - he asked me. "Cool and...unreal..." - I answered. And then a few more people came in and that guy called me - to show them what will be if 6 people hug the aliens at once.
3 people talked to me today! Without laughing. I still cannot believe it happened to me.
The next part of the exhibition was a dark room with another strange sculpture. A big glass oval (almost, it looked more like a transparent glass lemon) shape with some smaller ones inside. When sunlight goes through it, the sculpture has unusual colors and patterns, different ones.
After that - another room with white walls. In the middle there was sth like a white fluffy rug with small glass bubbles placed as a circle. Above the middle of it there was a mirror sphere hanging on a chain of smaller mirror spheres. It looked as if it's floating in the air.
There were several artworks on the walls. They reminded me parts of the movies our biology teacher showed us. Something looking like cells, a lot of usual ones or a few those that already started to divide. Another one looked like a nucleus of a cell with DNA coming out. The next one seemed to be cells after division, I thought of a beginning of a life as soon as I saw it. Also a pic of louds. Maybe, if the aliens really exist, this is the frame in which they see the image of us? And another picture made me think of how those creatures land on planets, if they do.
Another room. Looked like a tribute to ancient cultures. Artificial stones - big ones on small ones. The big stones were glowing, each one - in a different color. All this - in a dark room. In the opposite corner there was much light. Big flat white stones on the floor and a glass sculpture in the middle. The stones had different shapes and looked as if there were not places in any order. 4 rectangle ones were like a frame around the sculpture.
UPD: Just found this. A slideshow. At least it can give a rough idea. But it won't be full until all that is seen and perceived in real life. At least, I think so.
A part:
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I came out with a lot of new thoughts. Do aliens exist or not? I know nobody can give the answer. Some people believe while the other ones say they're insane. Only God knows if there's sb except us or not.
The way Mori presented the possibly existing aliens was the one that suited my beliefs perfectly. Why do all movies show aliens as evil creatures? If sb is different from the others, this doesn't mean he's bad. If you are going to meet a person, do you always approach him or her with a bad attitude? Who said they - if they exist - want to harm us? I think they can have hearts, thoughts and feelings. Different from ours, of course. Completely different. But not worse and not better. When we communicate with people, we accept and like them as they are. At least everything should be this way. So why can't we accept and respect the alien personalities if there are any. if we have a friendly attitude - they would also have it to us.
Alien life forms were shown from another side. Oneness means "unity". That is - everything is in eternal connection...
Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
You said you have nothing to lose except the heart of your beauty. But you've forgotten you have one more heart. The heart of a Ukrainian nothing. Of course, it is also made of nothing. That's why it has no value. And you even don't remember of the fact of its existence.
Every guy would do the same - if there's a choice between a heart of nothing and a beauty's heart, everyne would choose the beauty. It's a law of nature.
Nevertheless nothing has feelings. It doesn't exist. It's nothing.
I realise you would never love nothing. But remember I'm your eternal servant...
Every guy would do the same - if there's a choice between a heart of nothing and a beauty's heart, everyne would choose the beauty. It's a law of nature.
Nevertheless nothing has feelings. It doesn't exist. It's nothing.
I realise you would never love nothing. But remember I'm your eternal servant...