Nicron #120 31 декабря 2000

Самиздат

Samizdat - New Year's Eve for the very lonely.

    New Year especially for single



   Plan the celebration for those who are forgotten at home


   Nastiku Gryzunova - with love and everything else


   Throw, throw me one.


   For three days watching falsely and whispering in the 
corners. I had planned a lot of things to do: put the door flat 
on the staircase area where there are only neighbors and the 
cats and did not mind, time bomb. Or put to sleep all opoit 
kakoynibud an abomination, and that they stood up in the 
morning and realized that I - feasting, though one, but they 
slept through everything, as the last pig. Or even go horse and 
poison the city water reservoir to the whole city all night 
vomit, vomit, vomit - and I sat in the only across Moscow and 
clean apartment with nevonyuchey bottle of champagne. Then they 
would remember this night, I thought I. But I will not do 
anything. Let the throw. I will survive. 

   Demos gives New Year's Eve free daylap. Writing pads. Give
paws for good luck, Demos, me. I spent the night on the web. If 
the morning We're all gonna die, I die nepyany and lonely, 
which is of course a shame, - But the blame for something I 
will not. I spend the night, thinking about it, expecting It. 
With regard to these scoundrels - let them go. I do not need 
their company - I have IRC. 

   I sit down at the modem and I note the New Year better than 
anyone. I was a plan of action, I will not get bored. When they

crawl home in the morning and will be with repolarization barf, 
barf, barf - I'll sleep the sleep of a fortunate, who met 
creatively new millennium. Eternal or not eternal - depends on 
it. 

   You are thrown close on New Year's Night, abandoned
smyvshimisya friends, nasty own neighbors, abandoned
my friends for their parents - I am addressing you. You do not
alone, I too have this, I also have nothing but the modem, I
also do not need anyone but paid monthly ISP.
Access the web on Efnet, the channel # miserabl. I'll be there.

   I enjoyed life in the New Year's Night on the full program,
spiritually and physically, and in the morning I will be proud 
of and that will be remember. Here's my plan. For me, mizerabli.



   1. I will start at 8 o'clock, when they all run away to 
tiptoe out home, while I pretend that dress in brown

shirt and brown pants. Once they leave, I reached into my
refrigerator. The whole night will have to drink the brine, but 
should drink whole. Pour the can - when they return in the 
morning, drunk out of refrigerator and oversleep, I have to 
honestly look into their eyes and say: well rassolchik 
something I drank! Otherwise you will not. 

   A jar of pickle I umeschu the right of the monitor. Second, 
too three-liter, but empty, I put it under the table. Air 
Freshener raised on a bookshelf. Before you put a glass. Well,

that brine is not a snack, desk space is not at all. But
Now you can break away from the celebration of the night.


   2. First you have to do. If this will be the last night, I
should leave something to those who will spare it. I decided a 
long time, what to do. Solved - now. I have the latest images

New Year's Eve, and someday it will expose the mysterious
surviving Gelman gallery for armored glass, with the caption:
"Unknown author. Moscow, 31 December 1999. Pentium-II
233, Windows 98, Paint ". I'll get all the details here: these 
dudes taken care of everything. I have images of human tragedy 
thrown. I hidebound tree, and angels do not sing here, and do 
not fall snowflakes, and only the comet, the sign of future 
troubles and disappointments, flies, like plywood, at me. Crap 
your stinking Santa Claus no Santa Claus does not exist. Tail 
him and hoofs, and he - One temptation. Does not his face is 
seen due to fog my window? Does not it makes me regret that I'm 
sitting here alone, but they're all his nasty muddy unclean 
herd their rylami pure champagne? And here I lie, all 
forgotten, in a viscous puddle red-blood red ... However, all 
this pose. I, of course, anyway. I'll meet the New Year better 
than anyone. 


   3. (To drink the brine and urinate in an empty jar). This 
should bring relief - in a sense, the creation of a masterpiece 
relief I ought to bring. About her to this moment I still think 
I will not, her watch will begin at 11. Until then, all must 
find time in the first place - The memory of posterity. When 
the masterpiece is finished, we can assume accomplished my 
mission towards humanity. It's time to be stop thinking about 
all and think about the most intimate. At first I thought to 
call and congratulate everybody on the phonebook, including 
classmates and fellow students. Especially women. Especially 
those bitches with the prom, a pink and sea green, with port. 
But then I realized - first, they are all shit, will celebrate 
at this time of New Year's Eve, and, most likely in one and the 
same place, giggling at my address while I'm sitting here and 
thrown well to note a memorable date.


   In addition, even if I had to get through to someone, then 
for him it would be a joy, a New Year gift - heard in the midst 
of lunches for the old familiar voice. A gift to them, I do not

I want anyone, regardless of color. It's not that, having
Do I have a good New Year's Eve - I spend it well. But they
all abandoned me - so wish me evil. What here presents.
So I decided just to congratulate all the soap, but thoroughly,
so as to make this day special. Prepared in advance and
found two good web site. On one is written that there is a virus
Babylonia, worse than AIDS, cut one 01.01.2000, ie
appropriate night. She, she, the Great and Terrible. But I do 
not go ride the music of the goat and shove firecrackers in his 
ears drunk companions, and then pull the rope and singing - I

alone and got valuable information. Maybe it will save me
life, I do not know yet how. So, I'll send them all ssylochku, 
but they somehow read only slept through (those who will live).


   That's when they weep, but too late. I am also a text 
accompanied by: Dear friend! I congratulate you happy New Year. 
I hope that you are his said well, in a fun, friendly company. 
I hope that death will be easy. P.S. While you were walking, I 
went to the vaccine. Once again, congratulations. Your Vasya. 
That is very correct: no Schadenfreude, no hard feelings, that 
I immediately threw this rotting creature. Simple: a useful and 
important information as a gift for the holiday. AND notice - 
about me supposedly not bospokoysya, attendance to each other, 
Do not lose time. To my mind, honestly. Scored, by the way, in 
a browser random "http://www.babylonia.com/". Scary place. 
Nothing, just a picture hanging: online per translation 
service. Type, under construction, but you wait. My hair stood 
on end. What is this virus will do, if they prepare it

broadcast? But after a couple of days realized: my mind is not 
the case, it is It is all she knows better.



   4. Now he thought: a gift will be small. Should send
congratulations. Been looking for something original. Virtual
postcards darkness, but not, except, perhaps, here and now this
this.


   Finally found it. Looked.

   Realized that hell can be found on the ground. Filled in the 
order: 


   Name: Friend. Appeal to: You. Details: He left me in
alone in the New Year's Eve. Poems: standard (3-5
quatrains). What is the style: at first wanted to pick "in the
romantic, "then changed his mind and chose:" in a different 
style. " Wrote in the line: "in the indictment." Want to 
address: the road other. How to sign a poem: all elementary 
Vasya. Date: 01/01/2000. Special requests for poetry: that he 
should remember them for a long time. 5. Found only that the 
virus is Babylon - a computer. It will be necessary search of 
man. In an extreme case - just send to all. 


   6. No more confused banks. The taste is almost 
indistinguishable, but dignity suffers.



   7. After you take care of others, we can take care of
about yourself. Decided to call the Snow Maiden. I wonder if 
they let go to customers without a Santa Claus. Probably not, 
they are few, and the like I have millions. It can not be that 
I just throw one. Lack of site photos Snow Maidens me did not 
immediately liked it, but probably closer to the holiday 
situation determined. In extreme cases, will probably be like 
this: or ugly Maiden come alone or come bearable, but with 
Santa. There written: Santa Claus is always in absolute form. 
Sounds scary. Do not know what they mean. Promise to an 
individual approach to children depending on age, temperament, 
etc. I and etc. not such that it was necessary to individually.

Face it. Another wrote: Good actors. Beautiful costumes. I would
of course, prefer the opposite. But that face it.


   By the way, found a brilliant verse:


   Do good people lit bright Christmas tree, have good people 
behind table and the warmth and light, bad people have already 
eaten gray wolves and wolf tracks those New Year's snowstorm 
covered with snow. They have mouths yes to God's ears. But the 
gift is still dispersed. 


   8. Advance will order the fireworks and fancy dress (not
brown, and the present). Snow White meets in it, and immediately
look into the eyes of Santa Claus. Here is just a look.


   9. Then, when they leave, I will myself to guess at the 
mirrors. Sit down with shaving set backs to the door wardrobe, 
light a candle and all know. Maybe because I see her face, 
maybe she was my bride is. They're writing - to remove dogs, 
cats, birds and outsiders. From strangers in my room there are 
only ants, some fastidious do not go, they say - stinks.

Ants here does not stink! I will not chase them. If I'm in the 
mirror meet again man - hence, so be it, so that my

Friday dream, it's not embarrassing nightmare, and who teaches 
voice subconscious. And then wonder New Year's Eve.



   10. Before her arrival all away. Turn off the TV,
refrigerator, heating, electricity, gas. Left on a
computer. Exit Windows and boot into Linux. Leave on
the outer door a note: "Dear rescuers! Electricity
off. The corpse of a desktop. Please come! "


   11. Run xclock on the screen, watch and wait. In exactly
00:00:05 to understand that she has not occurred. Get up from 
the table, turn on the lights, refrigerator, heating, 
telephone, gas. Empty jar from the brine to throw in the 
garbage, put in a full refrigerator. Remove the costume. Spit 
at the TV. Exit from the channel, of chat, from the site. Turn 
off the computer. 


   12. Go to bed and die happy.


   Abandoned, alone, those in the New Year will be one before
cool screen! Here's my plan, I give it to you. I know - no one
of you now will not withdraw, but the 31-th, when you get in
living in a wacky costume with the cry: "Here I am!" - And
discover that your apartment is empty and the window was the 
last time flashing lights fleeing taxi with someone you're up 
to this night considered "their" - go to Network on Efnet, the 
channel # Miserabl. This will be our night.