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| Dnewnik-ol
| D-juice


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once, not even edinazhdy but twice I have witnessed the flight
Star krasnozadogo God and fear of our planet and our forces
weapons. This happened not once at my house on
cottage where I often was, and how do I put in a "club
Shadows "and this is my one point, I chose with him in the 
twilight I was lured by fog until I heard his flight.

reached the neighboring monks of the idolaters hands lifted up 
to heaven and shouted their religiozmuyu song paying tribute to 
their god-protector Helicopter. they cried out there changing 
their social role at all on eyes: "Helicopter!! Helicopter!" 
Give us ...? " something asked for dick knows that you asked 
just some garbage out there who have asked his own greatness 
and glory, tape, or even a girl of her Ibiza, and I'm only one 
he wanted to ask this summer - may me more strength and more 
knowledge and patience in my work and I do not need anything 
more, let me just about anyone remember and someone will say a 
good word as I'm not shy and did not think particularly over 
the fact that someone said some sectors of society or me the 
most. but I could not recall at the moment kogda this god was 
flying over me what do I need so I still then hope that the 
Helicopter will return for my desire and take it with him to 
heaven where are the cases of divine justice code of bohemia. 

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was a day of rebirth long ago, I-xxiii.iii.mm-then we
in the second time with thoughts of techno were in the city of 
Mogilev in Belarus because of our trip with our creative ala

Torchesk teams in college I have had some - no, but a 
significant role in the rhythmic setting sampler I certainly do 
not played and not drammashine, and the heavy and huge - basse, 
I'm there was the bass player, but it did not all to do with my 
real thoughts on techno - that there is in this city swet dry / 
wet leakwet, huh? (Hello, Anton!) And I thought these zaimel 
long ago, when there so was the child of cellars, at the very 
childhood, when we Dimka still chasing and myalis the movie 
"Star Wars", but to discover and fill me with this course could 
first ironman / Spectrum (I think this is you, the readers, 
which is why you have expressed interest in This article does 
not cause doubts), and then, when I was in 97 he began to 
listen to such kind of music junkies are not two musicians - 
"technodanceclub" and I took out her great efforts, I have this 
tape is still there - but listen to her course now and we can 
laugh at the level of scripture in Russia at the time in 1996 
as an example of class two lads - gays. but at the same time 
one can feel the soul of these old and now irrelevant sounds 
and so deep into the memories that even cry about that now 
everything is blue whale want from a music throughout world, 
and only some of us - the guys still keep it, love and 
appreciate, although the full effect of age we could not then 
still be the father of this culture in Russia and know almost 
nothing about those who were the first and persecuted those who 
gave us all the way and the choice of a very different culture 
of sound, and now have all become kommersi. but more on that in 
a few essays moments of life ...


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xxix.iii.mm - magileu city which I started and wanted to tell
but failed to last time ~ ... a record of my book where this
most etoyasu - which as you already understood meaning "it's me 
- bitch !!!", that is itself tailor public pushing of the 
project is not kommersi d-juice (not kommersi !!(?)) where I 
wrote down when there exists a fit with All his observations of 
wandering in different cities in search of those most tehnovyh 
any veshchichek and impressions. 

evening (twilight yestestvenno), and closer to the night. I 
went for a walk in wreath of orange lights of this city, who 
tried to make the darkness more intense and create a contrast 
between the dark sky and the crimson glow (which as you know 
there is no only mogileve, but in Moscow, St. Petersburg, and 
other novosibirske urban centers across our homeland and says 
the town of Nakuru) it seemed that kindness has overtaken you 
someone even beyond the threshold zone twilight suddenly you 
place (as I wrote in my diary for some reason), Techno course 
there was the eternal and has already proved that indeed Techno 
Orange synthetics - this is Techno, and not something there 
yet. pechatlimoe most visible was a plane that was standing 
there in the park (the former heaven and the killer of god), 
Tu-134 and I have some strange wafting from behind the building 
rumble motor appear during the supplementation deep groans but 
it probably had some real industrial groans of orgasm. This 
process struck me there and I fully poglatil do not even smoke 
then - and if smoking is lit at once, so as it was a symphony 
of equipment - (after all, not everyone hears it, but we are a 
couple more human on the Spectrum and ironman long about it 
gororili. ) I spent on the bench near the building for about 10 
minutes there, I performed a ritual dance of worship 
industrualny giant plant probably. I felt there is some sort of 
light energy in the city, delicate as a god himself. (God is 
different from us in this his charm). I returned late, was 
drunk as a bitch because there were not my real friends - just 
my companions maximum on the desk, there I was a ghostly 
presence of mind and the heat inside and on the printed outside 
this ice. (In my records were still so naive words:) the whole 
world is waiting but we are too controversial for such 
statements not everything is decided for us the benefits of new 
and good (I'll say here - that the "new" and "good" is all that 
garbage then I thought) minimal pripinal creativity in my 
impressions. 

this broke my record because I was drunk then, and apparently
fell somewhere, though I fell about a window in the corridor 
because I got drunk and excited girl from the chorus that began 
before my Domagala fishbigbanana (for me that is just big! and 
she knew why she wanted my banana and not the young boy - my 
mental then sex another giant not on the front and back of 
course ...) so I ran away from her in the most angle corridor 
and hid there - I'm just very afraid of change yourself with 
someone else, but because dick is clear that by the time I was 
already in love with boys from the Spectrum, as well as I have 
already had sex with each, you guessed it. just as I did 
rebirth and have already been gene.eng, pathogenes equipment, 
leakwet and others. I even saw some tejno, but ambient and 
tranc were there and it "Depthskoo" (moya assembly on the pc) 
... 

on the day when we gathered to leave, we had the morning 
Smetanka, I very happy for us was when, as Smetanka with the 
crappy night catering to the surprise of the Belarusian beer. 
(Which if there of 132 spot (closest to the 5 rub), but our 
Baltic there was to those of rabbits 30! rub a Thing)) cream 
has given us life positions Budun (so they say the men on the 
street and the unshaved nasty if you have not yet understood 
what this the best as it "Budun", then try to please ourselves 
a drink in the evening Russian our vodka and beer (mnoo!) 
without a snack or with it (zakus - is what they eat), still 
you will be very lousy in the morning), so this Smetanka we 
gave our response forces to danie another concert on demand, 
and it was then already in the first Rada has imposed on me 
your bitch eyes, another creature that does not negate his 
frigging view rotika smile with me throughout my bass

party, then I realized that she liked my huge bass
I barely dragged behind a her slender stalks - ruchenkami. then 
someone told me that you were waiting at the disco this 
pedagogichni kalledzh (since it was written sign) Belarusian 
such a sensible whole slender blonde, and where were you? I 
certainly did not say something about beer, but I was there, 
where will never be none of those who then came with me, I was 
more than elsewhere, and let these emotions are not even 
describe this heinous on the screen, but they will think you 
are clear, if you too are passionate about as I do love it, but 
I know that there are many, but not my etoyasu diary on this is 
not completed, because I'm still alive, yet not hungry and not 
rich, do not like what someone would like, and I am glad for 
those who masturbate, so I - d-juice aka fishbigbanana and now 
gruppa "bananafish!". 

everything else, as a ps to this god of this essay I
I want to add my regret about the human person and 
spectrupipila = fatal snipe, I was sorry that we did not meet 
with you in your town, and because I wanted to be your good a 
true friend, but now you're probably already do not even 
remember me, and I honestly do not remember much, for some 
reason you stopped me from writing a year ago, probably because 
you're left with Spectrum, because you became one classy guy 
and took his place cc to its super bit like sausages, but I 
like real konechno garbage has not passed the qualifying round 
and proved the Society for Speccy its useless, and so far this 
is the reality of my wing. and also, I want to convey our 
warmest greetings to those three young talents whom I met in 
Mogilev park which - dick knew. These three girls are standing 
on the track in the light of one of the three lamps on a stick 
that is beautiful singing is not their native language = 
English, soprikosnuv their heads together to close my eyes and 
thought, and they sang so wonderfully that it seemed to music 
real for me then - three voices, each batch of his and it was =

they do it because they really like it! so!,
and not to surprise anyone, because in fact the park was no one 
night but a passerby from another world d-juice, which bowed 
his soul and thoughts to the real and talented three girls at 
the time and remained in the mystery of the moment my memory as 
a natural and something - something that is in the world and we 
this has not yet sought out among the rest, we just sometimes 
confronted with the idea themselves one. I myself am one, if 
not able to heart give yourself to find this setting works in 
different cities of the world. and they may be - three girls 
were not at all those mysteries of life, what seemed to me, 
because every morning of them will wake up like everything else 
in his little bed, drink a morning coffee, dressed in the 
fashion and run off somewhere to study or work but let it all 
so simply and normally tomorrow, but yesterday it was Real 
music, and it was from God for me, even the authors of the God 
did not witness my adoration and applause, and I loved them for 
what they gave me hope for tomorrow ...