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Hello, I was asked to paint a horse by my mom's ex chief, because she has a son who's born in the year of horse.
I didn't knew an exact date - he was born, so I have made two paintings:

First part: "Summer and Winter:"


Second part: "Spring and Autumn:"


Also I wrote a poem, on Lithuanian (my mother language), English and Russian (Cyrillic) languages:


Thank you for attention

Edwin Zhuck (Edvinas Žiukas)
2020 y., Birstonas, Lithuania

Blue at Noon by Georges Bataille is a fascinating avant garde novel. In this essay I would like to deconstruct the way in which women are portrayed. Most of the Women except his wife and Desire are sluts. The prominent whores featured in his novel are dirty (Dorothea) and Xenia. The entanglements of the protagonist with these women are symptomatically pathological. The protagonist betrays devastating hidden oedipal fantasies. The relationships with these women are more intricate and denser than remuneration for occupying the pleasures of the bed. The protagonist takes great pleasure in the disgusting and the revolting. For example: Dirty is drunk and puking and at the same time she exposes herself nude. Sometimes the protagonist becomes an archetypal feminine. For example he sobs: when he gets a letter from his wife. All his relationships with sluts are erotic a melancholia, a fantasy of longing which ceases to be fulfilled. He portrays whores as tender, loving oedipal objects on which he can gratify his emptiness, his angst. The novel takes places in three places, England, France and Spain. In France he encounters Xenia. He is very ill at that time. Xenia though a whore goes to a great extent of nursing him back. The amazing thing is that he does not feel grateful but treats her with intense repulsion. In Spain he encounters Desire. The Spanish revolution is going on there and she has intense communist views. Though he becomes close to Desire, he treats her like a wretch. He has no interest in her intellectual proclivities. There are no scenes in the novel which are sexually graphic. Drunkenness, puking and nudeness become orgies for the mind of the protagonist. Though the novel is experimental, the narrative is straight forward and goes on from the beginning to the end. The protagonist is an erotic Sisyphus who is tormented by the weight of his s*xual entanglements and finds release of his emotion through sheer repugnance. The pleasure of the bed has become a narcotic stone which is rolled down by him in mental stupor. The protagonist is always in state of psychological fornication. As a work of Art he is Picasso’s bull who is limpid and strangulated by his own emotions. The author creates whores who are fond of him. The creation represents a maternal, oedipal reaching out. Is it a kind of oedipal narcissism that the author suffers from? There is no political consciousness for the protagonist. He maintains a stormy silence when Desire discusses ideas about communism. The creation of the psychology for the whores in his novel is a dystopian archetype. The women are his ideal and yet they are repugnant to him. Eroticism for the narrator is one of morbid loathing and ironically a state of ecstatic pleasure. I as a reader, I am totally ignorant how whores interact or behave. Of course I have had my chances but I have failed to follow upon them. Yes in the end, I feel whores are humane and can have genuine feelings.

Best regards to my “friend”
This is a direct note to the person so called an enemy
Who ever you are as one said it is a person capable of doing many things
To win.
First what ever you want to win have in mind :
1. NO ONE IS ABOVE GOD
2. THE WHILE GOES UP AND DOWN
3. YOU ARE NOT ABOVE THIS
4. KARMA COMES LATE LIKE A WOMAN
Now winning over me (very strange thing ) for me it’s like winning over the ashes.
I am sure you know me but you seem to forget I was born from the ashes
After all of these things you are doing now, time will pass, you will win (what ever you want to win) but than when you will forget occupied with winning something else I promise you GOD SEES, HEARS EVERYTHING, YOU CANNOT HIDE HONEY, THAN YOU WILL PAY YOUR DUES FOR YOUR DEEDS. THAT DAY YOU WILL REMEMBER ME AND WHAT YOU ARE DOING NOW THAN YOU GONNA PRAY, I HOPE GOD WILL HEAR YOU. NOW I WILL TAKE EVERYTHING BUT LATER YOU WILL BE TAKING ALL THE DUES FROM ME.
GOD WILL MAKE SURE THIS TO COME TRUE.
GOD HELP YOU THAN.
BY THE WAY I AM SORRY FOR THE PEOPLE THAT GUESS JUST AS I DON'T LIKE GUESSING :) WOW MANY PEOPLE HERE :)
BYE, BYE

I don't have any tattoos, but if I were to get one, here are some that I would consider on my right arm.

If I should think of love
I'd think of you, your arms uplifted,
Tying your hair in plaits above,
The lyre shape of your arms and shoulders,
The soft curve of your winding head.
No melody is sweeter, nor could Orpheus
So have bewitched. I think of this,
And all my universe becomes perfection.
But were you in my arms, dear love,
The happiness would take my breath away,
No thought could match that ecstasy,
No song encompass it, no other worlds.
If I should think of love,
I'd think of you.

This is who I am! This is the road I have paved, the strength I found & the mistakes I've made along the way. This is who I am! This is the road I have paved and now I've had enough of your judgement. You pass it so easily. If you think that I take it to heart now you see, this is my design. You don't know the cost. So I'll keep my faith & you can stay lost. Who is with me!? We have the strength to shed light. And this is the moment suspended in time. No limits, no boundaries at all. Just when you think we conform to a scene we break down the wall!

It's really soo important to use the right word ,
YES / No

Yes I'm not intrested ,
No I'm not intrested ,

But then you could tell me ....

BTW I need more than good vibes, I need more hours in a day

God is kind to me is a hyperbolic idiom to signify that all things are going well. For example: God has been kind to me in my life.