Polesse #08 19 июня 1999

Scribble brain - Death - as the joy of separation.

                   Karakul BRAIN



             LITERARY AND ARTISTIC CONSTRUCTION

                   "MEZHLOKALNAYA Contraband"


(C) "Desert Time"



   Yes, so here. When I go to sleep - my dream is carried out 
not Only me. He and all around me - abroad snovidcheskogo as

states of the body. Thus - I dreamed each dog,
Frontier is a dog.


                 DEATH AS A JOY Parting

              -----------------------------------
                  Series "Engraved phrase"


   Stories:


   - Hello, and where does the brain? - Sincerely troubled Klim
Tired and looked helplessly around. Present choir
read in his eyes, unbearable fatigue.

   Calmed down a bit, he continued: - My God, my God ...
Well how these worms stuck in my head are in my position? And 
especially to my poetry! A phenomenon of time? Time and brains! 
You do, whether that ohereli? 

   Then the light in the audience went out and lit up with 
relief applicants their doorsteps ...



                      A R M A T E D D O N

                      as a particular case


   Only, for God's sake do not reflectors - touch wood! ...


       You smell their fear?


                                      Citadel banal.


   Dialogues:

- Inorealnoe is a spiritual illegal.
- Of what does such a conclusion?
- Is this conclusion? ...


                     SONGS OF TIBETAN macaques

                          God, bite!



     The dream of the inevitable: He's getting closer and higher

                                        Junior Northern Order.

                           Nesusvetny as Vishnu

                                        Lonely as one.


   A special drive is advancing literature is a special 
artistic or stylistic superpozitsionirovanii when special 
combination of two or three ordinary (bipolar) senses suddenly 
becomes a zone of the triumphal entry of energy. 


      Elephant, broken trunk


                   The man, a soul on the kindling


                                Death, the wide-open door ...



                 B X A T A B A D G I N T E R

      Now much narrower than the past and future


               - Oh, and the princess is Gushka?

     ("Ivan the Fool and clever Gushka" tale-profit)



   POIZNOSIVSHIYSYA Cat:


   Scratched prokazny,

   Brown-eyed cat playing

   Bead of amber.

   He plays and plays,

   Forgetting about everything,

   Forgetting that the hair matted,

   That is not passion anymore, but old age,

   That nothing he does not shine -

   Only his eyes were burning.



              Michael Anchovy and plitochki Marmeladova

                 (Amateur Standard ovoschets)


   Yes, well, the next world ... Russian language remains the 
same, but it is quite remarkable linguistic "popcorn"

when the initial number of words is almost unchanged, while 
total multiple languages ​​increases. And remember, as the name!



                 hedgehog - cannibals and a bird - DAWN

         (From the qualifier "Eschatological mutants")


   Limiting dissent: from futurology to futurotronike


   Kastaneda, blya, go home!!! - Campaign slogan Society

                                    guardians of the fundamental

                                    inokultury Orphics.


   Stories:


   It was evening, quiet as a spider. Gray gloom in the air,
accumulates under the bench and turn brown. In the evening
the hidden meaning of life was slightly opened and Klim Tired 
carefully looked back, sitting on a bench. He picked up the 
oval stone on the time and realized that this girl and her name 
is Pebbles. And he saw a tear inside her - on her tiddly 
ecliptic gay electrons. In their insistent and meaningless 
Traffic is clearly present hidden meaning. 

   "Mother's mother!" - Klim turned to his environment -
"Strong electronic rock and not to kill him. A man and so
lost a lot - gills, wings, wet dog's nose, sharp
owl eyes and easy to tail ... What does he do now? "

   "Do anything, it is impossible" - intervened suddenly 
Gregory Ivanovitch Gurdjieff. 

   Fatigue came sparrows. As usual, excited, they
cries to communicate to each other about their point of view, 
and moving brown decks, looking for prey and physicians.


   "Sparrow perish but eternally sparrows, and especially their 
eternal fussy anxiety" - said wearily Klim tired and gave up 
two birds a dozen pumpkin seeds.



                                          Text naglyuchil 
KVAZAR.