was the first short film, so now it's time for the first animation. Was carried out for the contest millionyou.com which involved presenting what the title of the entry. And it was so. Some chilly Sunday or Saturday - I do not remember - (or at least the weekend), late afternoon in a room on the eighth floor, and some three kilos of 'yellow' denominations tired as much as we do.
J - Let's go somewhere, fuck this contest
F - No no, take it. Come on, we'll do it, there will be peace.
J - That no, I do not know. I do not want to damn.
F - Take it as it all the time.
longer moment of silence dedicated to koncypowaniu
J - * censor * I have an idea!
And so it was. I moved pstrykałem and coins, and fismoll shoot silly faces and picking his nose. But it would be a sin to forget about music. This time the fifth floor, late at night and the storm drain.
f - And that? Speak?
fismoll classical guitar strings tugging
J - Do not Speak. A key may be, what?
fismoll pressed keys
J - And something of their own. Maybe what you played then what?
fismoll keys pressed by his own widziałomusię
J - Man, Speak!
f - * censorship *, Man! Speak to the max!
J - Well, we record it.
Well, we did. At monomikrofon camera the beautiful noise like the sound of the eternal world's ocean and dumbbells trzaśnięciami metal in the background, which I played whereupon. Because the cable to the parapet than might, and the voice recorder was offended at the CPU and it does not interact.
So, in sum:
you compose music and the provision of equipment and snout is responsible for fismoll
drobniaki and moving them, editing and snapping answer me this.
Post Script:
Fismoll, fallusie, I know that in the borderlands is nice, but get back ino me here, because there is nobody to chat about women.
Besides, the time to save these dialogues, I was not concepts that we use such an advanced slang. Massacre.
