---------- Track: By: macros ---------- you betrayed us all. you swore your love for Paragraph. and what did you write on the bird?.. ^^ - this is what I say to myself, probably. really, what did I do - I the bird wished the newspaper all the best and keep up the good work! you can yourself imagine this?! keep hitting Paragraph - that's probably what I meant to them wished! of course, in fact I - pisishnik. even more than that - I've never been a spektrumist. me and There is no spec, only an emulator. I don't know how to program either. and I never could. and how I make a magazine - I’ll explain. I have one like this on my PC program. she knows all the z80 commands and understands how they work. I explainprogram, what do I want to get on exit. and she just _overselected_ _everyone_ sequences of commands writes to me _ideal_ program in processor codes z80. like this. I am evil, and if I am not eradicate, I will kill Spec. you and everyone stage. keep this in mind. how could it be otherwise? if I do such terrible things things, then how can I be a spektrumist? no, think about it!.. even theoretically - no way. take a closer look - from the spaces between words pictures emerge. they glorify pts, and nothing else. any of my actions aimed at destroying everything associated with zx. damn why? why are you forcing us to choose? choose between A paragraph and a bird? between, in your opinion opinion, good and, in your opinion, bad? Do I owe something to someone? I forgot, and you were offended? you don't give a damn, you can go to work tomorrow pc, well, if not tomorrow, then right away only you will have it. and you scream for some reason louder than everyone else, you make a choice for us. you bastard, here you areWho. yes, I'm evil. just like a bird I ran into the Paragraph, I ran into Adventurer. Chasm treated it the same way Alex Xor. so maybe me too bird. I send myself out in envelopes, my circulation 300 copies. I penetrate the most remote corners of Russia. let them know about me, and not about what I'm writing. I'm writing about nothing. absolutely empty text. I'll tell you how I got it I'm writing. I have such a program on PC. she knows the 866 encoding and has a built-in dictionary I explain to her what text I want get at the output, and she _brute force_ _of_all_ words writes me perfect empty ones texts. pussy for study and work! true true! This is where I learn to hate. and destroy. this is where I work and I'm making myself paranoid. at least that's it something, on Spec and this is not the case. I don't want to reject progress. daily The network is flooding me with dozens of letters. girl from city N, she writes to me every day. she is dear to me, and I am dear to her. and there’s nothing between us, nothing at all - network. only I've had it for two days now this internet is over. it's okay, I I remember about her, butshe remembers me. internet will appear soon, and we will be together again. now that smart one is working in parallel program. she's just texting a girl from city N letter, which will explain why didn't I answer for so long? you know, I have a lot of things here. I I don’t know why, but you yourself know how nice it is when there is a lot of something. let it will happen, and don’t ask why. everything anyway, you and I will not understand each other. at I have ansi 1251, and you have 866. like this. goodbye everyone on the other side.
Miscellaneous - This is what I’m telling myself, I guess.
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