Adventurer #14 30 июня 2003

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Ottyag - the secret places of my mind.

Ottyak, The Last Part
Chasm / CPU

As always, I live here


secret places of my mind


bright place of my
mind


Brotherhood of Blood.

It sometimes happens that a close friend
at death and realizes that to live
he has only a day or two, but close
his friends are located, we can
he finally made nishtyak and
intermarry with them forever. Then
is, it can give other nishtyak
people and himself to look beyond the face
where he will soon have to go.

Each of the friends merges with 10 cubes of their blood, all 
mixed. Outgoing intravenously inject Psili or mesquite firmly 
to overdose. Then everyone takes him 10 cubes of his blood and 
cement in currently, and what leaked from a fix in it.


And then all rushing together right
now .... tyk, tyk, tyk, ......

...... hell demons .......... it's like when a 48 kilo blocks 
are loaded at the same place .... 

Yes. need something else to put.

eeeeeeeee. Yes. kaseeta all in one
load space. Vova and has a
eeee. these are the dick. eeeee again. hell
demons.

.... teacher with a plastic
by a dick fuck his pupil.

in the bushes.

And Imagine that distant future will be limited by the vodka and
blood will be contaminated by dust and radioktivnoy children 
krichschie children choke on his own vomit, finally, life 
permeated barbarizmom. 

Remember the more "How to map dngi
two tables "... Dude varilin and zakonchil pismoo

Elf, Chasm, Miguel


a dark place of my
mind


sex

NEDAWNO, in a drunken stupor, ME
Ugorazdilo Fuck sorokovosmiletnyuyu WOMAN.

Somehow in the morning was just disgusting to watch these 
sagging chest .........

Timidly stretched from side to side

it's a boody sex with the Old wild
dogs


bright place of my
mind


Two cents

I was five years old. Leaving the velvet heat of August in this 
age group is perceived as very Saboya evident happiness, to

Besides, when you can all day
run around the yard, as her mother leave, and you do not have 
to go into the garden. 

Once I stayed very long in the street like a child purely 
admiring the sunset in the evening when the sun had already 
begun to slope to the western edge of the skyline. However, 
serene sitting on a bench was broken pripodezdnoy his mother, 
who went down to take me home.


... By the way, you know what a pleasure to enter the cool 
belly poezda after the summer haze the street? If

the door of your house does not overlook the
north side, you do not
understand. This is especially nice when the sun's rays, sear
gable house all day, gently, for the first time that day, the 
steps related to stairs ... 

When we climbed to the second
flight of stairs, I suddenly noticed that one of the steps
gleaming coin, the size corresponded dvuhkopeechnoy. Then, on 
this coin can be could buy two glasses of soda

without the syrup. I tried to lift
her without explaining her mother what had happened,
but she said that the ladder is dirty and took me higher.

The next morning, bright coin was not there. Fascinated by 
childish, I forgot about this incident.


Twenty years have passed. Beautiful
a sunny summer evening, I again
rose home, but here I
untied shoelaces. Stooping
to engage them, I'm your veschemu surprise again saw a coin in 
two cents, which was lying on the same step. This just me no 
one interfered, trying to raise money, I realized I felt 
Pinocchio when pierced nose painted on

canvas seat, as it turned out to be
just a hole in the ladder
passage of an ordinary marriage concrete plant - a hole the 
size of the Soviet dvuhkopeechnuyu coin through which the rays 
of the sun going their way. 

Yes. If I was a little boy, probably, would be greatly 
disappointed. But in 25 years is already beginning to see the 
world through the eyes of Pope Carlo, so I know that

MY dvuhkopeechnaya coin will always lie in this step,
and nobody but me will not see.

Well, unless I can show it
synchronize the affairs of man;)


a dark place of my
mind

I am not an animal, but not
man, I need
do something before you leave.

"Wild Boys"
William Burroughs


Scraps of consciousness

Every revival in recent
time, a mystery to me. Waking up, the first thing I did was sit 
down for comp, load the HW, as

on the disk with the inscription OTTYAG sometimes
morning poyavlyutsya funny text
which last night I even
not pozodreval. Some of them
have meaning, the other one
meaning, while others are simply
flow drunk or Ganja (a
Sometimes, and both) of consciousness.
Of those that have a meaning, usually turns out to develop a 
good thought, which translates into a

OTTYAGA from texts, and the rest
shnyaga I had ruthlessly
erased. But once I realized
what those strange at first sight phrases, and are a true 
inspiration. Of course, I do not Rambo (accent on the second

vowel), while his "Illuminations" were written in this way, but
recently, I stopped
erase these bits of consciousness,
sometimes they slip
moment of truth:

Maybe to some and a ,,,,, chchitaet
uebkami us, but you gentlemen of the PIC
stands broke some (not all that bad,
if mytak live for
Oyat years) and vashi soznanieuebishno and razviito. someone
you sat on a thorn and jumped, but
you should not pour our their brains
uebishnye feelings. then selects
everyone is on their forces

prokladuvaet needle path is not there,
where nishtyak

smoke bro!!!! and halucinations,
next step in evolution

movno (nuvno) eat galyutsinogeny ... .

no oposajesx genetichesih mutacij
swoih ​​(future) Dete
.
they grow by themselves on the field
(About a remote village) elements
No, especially on islands.

 ****

okbekyorye uebki gooordqts tem ~ to
they chose a crowd. actually
gordits1ya nothing here, since pops
eat at el soznaniyuu. Must
destroy the Pops, Takako UTB is
to deforestation, chevyaniyu soznaniya.Hvatit
Spit under Placebo (exploder) and brainwave, it's time to do 
that tebyapret!! sq_m normalxno only Alo, I zhdalbolsh


 ****

City Council pochvmy nayEnuyu nayuehyr th

naaaaaushniki marrkiruyut? l / r

 ****

kogda naesx {a gibami ,,,,, to u
tebqpolu ~ aeysq kllaps, kogda tywidishne widimy kartink ia

wot gogolq perlo not pohilomiuuuu

yi

 ****

tekstovue processors support a non-zero rows. to when
you rushing you can vyrozit all
their kmysi nyulem, hweo 0 "is not
supports a vliyrernoy
...................... the notion
izhno and erases ALL Nitak!! IT
OSYARETDSYA ...... KNOWLEDGE OF TOTAL
ETOYT moment of all VECHEY Periodically wash all shnyaga,,, I 
wrote a fifth GOVERNMENTAL 

remembering snatches of consciousness (true)

 ****

 deadman

i don 'care who saw what, who did
what, who did who

thank you BIG George!!!

last philistine was yours

Nobody


ps pozoVchera in the morning, I was surprised
Claudia burn from the signal. Keys ext mode and edit tightly 
fused. 

PPP. had to be cut with a knife

ppps all raboaet, nishtyak !!!!!

Thap Chang TxE bottles fly?

maby bodies?

rain out my widnow, says me:
"Let's go with me in the deep dark
forest to our secret place "


bright place of my
mind


Centipede

In winter, millipedes behave provocatively.

I was sitting on his own couch
looked at the TV ... Sometimes wash well, especially when
week-long bristles on Roger begins to itch. Here and now
I was sitting in his dressing gown in front of a computer,
when I suddenly felt a
my foot that is moving. Turned his attention down, I discovered 
that my leg, going through his many underdeveloped claws, 
writhing centipede. Surprise was not as in my flat, and 
sometimes there are more strange things, but eternal

human aversion (to me from my cave
ancestors) and fear of unknown gave
know about itself. Taking tucked
arm tweezers, I carefully took the metal and the arthropod
examined it under a light bulb.

Reflecting the subdued light
surface

It cleverly wriggled, implying that it is holding only
strength of my muscles. Body movement
This suscheststva were pleasant
its completion, but at the same
time, cause attacks podsoznaristupy subconscious terror the 
contemplation of beauty ... Moving mandibles were beautiful its 
active spontaneity, this age-old desire to grab food. I tripped 
his skin under the sting, but the millipede, feeling my poison 
body, tried to escape. 

She disappeared into the wilds of terry
Carpet ... The more I saw her.


gray place of my mind


Morning

Was Wednesday. I woke up at five o'clock and I wanted to 
brutally beer. It was very strange, because

as I have in the past six
years since I graduated from the institute, before ten
usually did not wake up and beer
before twelve drinking did not start. I got dressed, pinned to 
the belt player, put in your ears "Morphine" and

clicked on the play. In my ears began to play
"Have a lucky day".

- It's strange, but good! - Said
I am your unshaven reflection,
as accurately remembered that the tape
this song shook spices do not, and
considering the cash in your pocket
jackets and went outside.

The second half of January stood out
unusually soft. The street was
well. Fluffy snow was falling. In
brain heard the sounds of Sachs and
bass. It was still dark. It was then
a magical time, when the street
there is no returning home and
yet no one goes to work - absolute emptiness night, illuminated
rare lamps and windows of houses
in a maze of courtyards. At such moments into a world of the 
dead city, where time has stopped ... 

Unfortunately, my path lay to the
Center the morning of life in our area - the bus station, 
located where the nearest tent, where you can always find my 
favorite cigarettes and fresh beer. 

- Shit! - I blurted out when I saw the first man.

Slowly move your feet, I went to the tent: "A pack of Dallas and
Bank of New Year. "get what you want, I opened the jar, took a 
sip beer, took a Curve and moved

home. Slow walk
quickly scroll through time in an hour
ahead and meet me have come across people hurrying to work. I 
walked slowly, listening to music, inhaling the smoke and 
gulping beer. At first they were very sleepy,

to understand that they are in shit in the morning and 
zomboidno going to stop. Two hundred meters and fifteen 
minutes, I began to notice a their faces anger at the sight of 
me and those actions that I make. Another three hundred meye I

committed. After another three hundred meters of the flow has 
increased and I their flow has increased and I noticed

the loneliness of his behavior in
the march of plastic faces ...

When I came home and went on
to sleep, they all came a regular working week.


Again it

I had a strange
feeling like
night is given to me, filling me with his
images.

Def Noon "Wirth


Night (two days before the new year)

That night, I again sensed the call, I
could not sit still. all these
uebskie provincial grimaces
Dibrova on television, where he falsely admired other 
provincial uebkami, who came to lick the capital trough. 
Vanity. Vanity of vanities. 

Alcohol again called me at the
a place where I did not want to be.
But I had to go that way,
otherwise I would not get it ...

Slamming the heavy door to door, I found myself in front of a 
white road which had no direction. Guided by the instinct of 
childhood, who programmed me

Long before this event, I walked through the snow ...

Yesterday afternoon came a cyclone and white
and heat. Millions of warm snowflakes swirled around me, and 
only favorites touching my face

crossed into another state
being.

Each step was new in this
virgin space arbitrarily drawn up this virgin
space arbitrarily drawn up by the blizzard and ground winds. In 
some places reached to me knees, while in others, only quiet

crunched under the soles of my
shoes.

Soon, I no longer distinguish between the way
and only occasionally slipped on
edge trodden before me
snowy trails.

Today I had my way to the
Besides ...

Around me now there was none, and the last person has passed
the same way long ...

But here, as always I was not in time became a reality that has 
destroyed the harmonious way of my thoughts quite a strange dog 
face, which buried her with me in knees.


I was near the same, but there was
another.

I wanted to protect their
space ...

But he too quickly gone, leaving me to face difficult choices
the right things, the desire that
need to declare a small
hole, leading to a completely different world.

Sometimes my requests in the world
no one understood ...

I got what I wanted, parting
with a dose equivalent of my mental energy.

White barrier became more of
As we approach back.

Probably because I went to his
other topoy, podkazannoy me
traces of the animal, who intended to heat.

In the small space of the hole, the guiding in a warm place
under the stone heap,
which led me to trace, I do not
got ...

Today, he is just white, but melts in their hands ...

Now he's behind me in large numbers.

The small black dots on white
background are added to the mysterious figure, familiar from 
childhood ... 

Rough head-butting a wall ...

--------------------------------- Female voice: "Well, that 
monster, NOT SMOG suffer only ONE

DAY !!!???"


a dark place of my
mind


Nothing is true and
allowed

"Naked Lunch"
William Burroughs


Internet

Sometimes I do not want to fuck
my wife and I masturbate. She is sleeping, I put Vidic in the 
cassette, I turn to my wife ass and masturbate. Sometimes 
favorite magazine bored, then I get dressed and go to the clock

Internet point. Uploading your home page Russian porn and
masturbate, because at night at a nearby
computer (and them there are only two), one
does not happen. Once a woman is the operator
accidentally left out of his room
in the operating room. I was on the screen panorama pussy, and I
Fingering. She was embarrassed and left.
I was shit at her, I dodrochil, paid and left.

A month later, again I got sick fuck his wife. That night in
Inet paragraph on duty again the same
most woman. She was smiling, including me comp. I went to 
masturbate. 


bright place of my
mind


Red, light

I have my fucking night
staircase. On my fifth-floor window ledge drops to the human 
level, when it was You can get an asshole. At night, this 
window is always visible red light. If you look for

realities, it signals the low-flying aircraft to a height of 
our (the highest in Russia) elevator, but I'm much nicer to see 
him as a beacon of my mind. I guided him, when my brain went 
into the dressing. Sit on the sill, open your

door of the hut in the entrance, and from it
slips slightly on the ears
"Deadman". To stick to red
light. At least an hour. Sometimes,
When do Kompashki, sit in silence, sensitively aware of
sounds of the night.

ps. Recently, on the street, distant
from my window, zahuyachili couple of lights that spoil its 
radiance, my red light. Must remember my childhood, to make the 
slingshot and zahuyachit them fuck. Based on the mashego city 
budget, they not soon ignite again.



a dark place of my
mind


Flying insects

For about fifteen years I have noticed that about me flying 
insects of my mind. One has only blurred vision, and an 
opportunity to see them. Sometimes (usually in a very stoned 
state), I'm trying to catch them by hand. 

Not caught. Turns out sofa.

But once I managed to catch
This blurry black garbage. As
it turned out, flying insects
easily converted into crawling,
since this crap very quickly
ran through my body and hid in my nose. Bitch.

My guess is that the insects
everyone has.


bright place of my
mind


Forest

Once in the fall, I decided to collect
fungi. Therefore went into the woods.
One.

A Nahuas, I ask, in the woods
Need people? Fucking competitors
who strive upizdit your
its own mushrooms. Well, go, go and
fell to their knees in the fuck
depths. I think that for crap? Like
exactly everywhere, but the last war to
We have not gotten to, so
dugouts fear nehuy. Pulled leg. Look at these decayed
boards and stick, smoking.

Unhealthy garbage in the woods.

Smoked, put out on the sole of his boot bull. Razgreb leaves.

And then I realized that I did not hit
a child, as all boards have been
pierced with nails and wood
in the course of not less than six years.

Another would peresralsya, and I
fuck. Rashuyachil hole bigger. I still do not see any dick.
Kicked to the nearest birch bark,
that burns well lit and
thrown down. Flew long. DNA I
did not see because light
disappeared into the darkness.
Smoked more. Steer into the hole decided

do not throw, and then who knows what. Until
smoked, looked around and there
realized that the hole is located next to the moss-covered 
stone. Ripped off the moss I was stuck in that no stone

simple, because there were broken
incomprehensible to modern man writing. The Cyrillic alphabet 
is not similar.


And here I was recalling that in these places
that way in X-XI centuries lived
expelled from Kiev to the Gentiles, which subsequently soaked in
area of ​​the XIII century warriors Jaroslav, when he founded 
the eponymous city. Then I kind things recall word teacher 
metallurgy, which notch on the history of Rybinsk, and often 
instead of lectures about metal, pounding historical pieces. He 
is still digging in the Ust-Sheksna - Koya is the oldest 
settlement in the Yaroslavl province known, of course. 
Archaeologist. 

I looked at the hole, thought and
decided that in the deep woods hole, yes
and stone, an ulterior motive. Or here
there is some cool tomb
or even an old cult
place.

But prikinuv that I was not scared
decided that the place is good and bad
I, on the fact that all disturbed
it will not. And here I was all of osozaniya shove. Well, just
perdolit. Necessary mushrooms compared to this feeling and just
next is not littered. Passed out in
general. Then I remember, someone took
my arm and pulled him aside.
Who was that I had not seen, only felt his own body the roots 
of trees, which crawl my ribs.


When I came, I saw the passing of my white man's indeterminate 
age, well, all white - both outside and inside. He turned to 
me, looking looked, and I realized that it is better

yet not to return, as
not mature enough yet. The man disappeared
among the trees.

I sit stuck on a basket full of
boletus. And I understand that
to all this there were none. Yes
and I left the cart near the hole.
Took it and went to the exit.

The following year I went into the woods the same number and 
even took a rope and lantern, but a place I no longer

thought.

Maybe this is the best?

But most of all, I have just
too young for that, although the notion of
I then and opened.


With one thought possible
fill immensity. People will not accept
Truth, if understood
it, but do not believe it.

William Blake
"Proverbs of Hell"


Thread with rudom

Everyone has a thread with rudom,
though not everyone realizes this.

As is known, ore - a thin
substance that has meaning.
Happy is he who does not own prosral
ores because of ignorance of nature,
You can turn your ores into the shadows,
and the shadow is even more delicate matter, which is given to 
know only selected and transformed back into the ore - just 
genius. 

The notion of a thread consists of three
basis:

1) The thread is eternal.

2) Threaded impossible to break.

3) At the end of the thread is usually
ores.

If little or ore turned into a shadow, the thread starts to 
squirm and to lengthen, entangling its owner. Ability to 
unravel the thread is not given to everyone, but if you find an 
end to rudom, then thread submits to the will of the owner and 
the person himself can choose it length.


Three degrees of ore:

1) little ore is given from birth

2) Average ore does not occur in
all as to increase its
ores have skill.

3) large ore only have to know.

If a person is aware of the presence of
his ore, he opened some of the faces of perception hitherto
Visible only a reflection of
mirrors, which creates in his
Plexus thread, and therefore adopted a non-existent.

Ores can delay the thread.

But this is only one of its properties.

Initially, the ore is in the form of two
imposed themselves on the components themselves, but people in 
their do not understand can make them unbalanced or non-rounded 
edges, making it possible ore is transformed into a shadow.

Only honed the edge of the ore yield
man opportunity with the help
They are hooked on the edge of March
forcing him to move out from the surface of the closure of 
clarity. 

March each his own, given by
birth.

Three properties of March:

1) in March has no size, but
has an edge.

2) In every March has its own density.

3) March always hides clarity.

The lower the density of March, so
harder to catch him
rudom. March owned density
depends on the person and his
concepts.

If a man is able to compress their
March to neskonechnoy point so
that all its edges have been available
rudom move it, it opens
terminal loophole clarity, giving the chance to behold, but to 
understand it very difficult.


Ores can be sharpened and give the necessary form, but this 
would require stych. 

Commonality stycha:

1) Stychi strewn everywhere.

2) To raise stych, first
need to realize its being wanted.

3) Any stych sharpens ores
differently.

Starting from the third community, the main thing to find the 
right stych as worthless can spoil the existing ore or no 
rounding off. Do not try to cut the thread stychem - this is 
only a vain waste of time as eternity

thread is constant, ranging
only its length.

So, in order to understand the need
understand the ore necessary to sharpen his stychem, compress 
your March move it and look at a loophole.


While I only saw it but not yet
zglyadyval there, so further
talk meaningless.