| lemony snicket's a series of unfortunate events |
[Jan. 28th, 2012|12:13 am] |
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zīmes. to read them or not? to be or not to be?
maybe reading 'the book of lost things' was a sign for me to get ready to lose great many things.
but then again i started losing all that before the book. before everything happened.
ja šīs būtu ekstrasensu cīņas - i might say - eto porča, eto prokļatje.. and maybe it is.
maybe some people just aren't allowed to be happy.
'no art comes from happiness'
un there was the big question - is this all happening because i'm wrong, or was that one of my misfortunes too. ['Oh, yes, his misfortunes have been very great indeed!' - mr. darcy]
a series of misfortunes:
1) G
2) M
3) car [this though was retrieved just not in time]
4) cinema equipment malfunction
5) trojan [lost HDD + consequences]
6) B failure
7) one of my favorite earrings lost
8) got totally ill again [have 2 days to get better]
9) headaches are back
it's been three weeks of that, and before more comes i will probably do what i always do when it gets bad.
memo: on the night of that first event i asked God for something a normal person wouldn't ask, but this might be the price. God is cruel to be kind. [and so am i, so am i]
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| Papilio rumanzovia |
[Jan. 28th, 2012|01:06 pm] |
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Once upon a time there was a little boy named World. World was a coldhearted and mean boy.
He hated most beautiful and lively creatures. But most of all he hated butterflies, they scared him. Their compound eyes were terrifying to him. But simultaneously he envied them their beauty and colors and the ability to fly.
So he didn't kill them. He stomped on them but not hard enough. He tore oh half of their wings, cut off their legs, but never did he take their lives. He made them suffer and watched them life with pain. Cruel was World.
Butterflies injured and afraid crawled back to their cocoons and repaired them to make shelters for themselves. That way butterflies started to live veiled from World with the cocoons, but their veiled themselves from each other too. They didn't realize that before it was too late.
They hid in their shelters and talked to each other through the thick walls of their protection. When their friends asked them - how they were they told them 'Fine.' because it was easier then explaining - the pain, the fear, the misery and hopelessness. Their started to live in a city of impregnable and "happy" butterflies, each of them seemed a superhero to another and therefore each of them were afraid to let her true feelings slip out. It was a lot like living in a nightmare that appeared scary only to you.
And butterflies continued to pretend to live like they did before, talking to friends, but saying nothing that mattered. Some of them started to realize that living with the cruel World and sharing the fear, the pain and the misery was better than hiding within the walls of their cocoons surrounded their little personal hells, but none of them could utter this thought aloud seeing no possibility of support from any other brave and "fine" creature. And their life in cocoons continued.. |
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