artists vs scientists

They say artists are so free and liberated. They can do whatever. Maybe.
But scientists are the ones seeking for answers. They need an empirical proofs for their theories. They tend to experimentate.
And maybe there are not that many differences as we think there are.
I don't know. I don't feel well today.

even at work...

I was trying to finish the article about Rome, but couldn't focus much. I read again the last sentence and it was horrible. More less: "... since the hand put inside of the deity's mouth, was being biten off", just that in polish it was even with some rhyme. I found it quite funny so, as I was talking with R. about being creative, I copied him that sentence to illustrate the work of my brain... ;)
R: even with a little rhyme
(...)
and a bit erotic :P
O: hahaha deity's mouth hahahaha
now it sounds to me more like the legends about vagina dentata, or how was it called...
R: ha ha
O: damn, now you made me think in such way and everything I write sounds with some naughty implied meaning... :P
R: ha ha ha
O: but look: "with insincere intentions, it's better not to try putting your hands inside of the mouth of truth..." :P
R: good that only hands :P
O: now, just the "Mouth of Truth" sounds a bit... :P
R: we are just perverts :)
O: eh... we need to face that truth
R: we need, we need
just not to put anything in its mouth for now
even hands :P
O: hahahahaha

mother mary

so here she is. on the crowded market. wearing a short, white jacket with some artificial fur surrounding the hood, tight jeans and high heeled boots. her left hand is up, pressing the mobile phone against her ear. right hand is down, next to a baby in a stroller. between second and third finger she holds a cigarette. that hand is a great attraction to the baby. the mother shakes it up and down, letting the baby catch her little finger for then to take it away. she keeps on repeating "hi, hi, hi..."

i should face it: i'm not as tollerant as i thought i was.

my new baby

I lied down on my bed, decided to study a bit. After a while I took my eyes off the book, thinking about something. I looked at the big, white stain on the wall. It's right above my bed and really annoys me. Someone must have crushed something into that place, as the paint went off together with a piece of the wall. I started to think how to cover it. It's too low to just put a picture there... Especially when I had already three pictures above.
And then it came... :P
The idea! ;D
I couldn't focus on reading anymore. I jumped out of the bed, grabbed the scissors, a Monday's newspaper and after few songs, three small sausages and 3/4 of "Lost" chapter it was ready.
My new baby...
I'm a proud mother of "The Mucha Tree" ;)




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