Man bija mašīna, kā maza neona laiviņa, kurai no augšas varēja noņemt vāku un iegulties tajā, un apsegties ar zilu želejas segu, tad uzlikt vāku un stūrēt, un viņa lidoja arī.
I could say that I am a half man half moth, sensing the echoes of others from the touches of their eyes on my skin. being so enriched by my own unyielding sight and the fluttering burden, I am driven by the eternal godly light. but i wont.
i want to be at conan o bryans and subtly expose the exposition of the show through my persona in warmheartedness. it is just a camera against a tapestry with a background audio track and yet he has taken it to such an extreme form of art that realizing it makes me cry from compassion and inspiration.