ENTERED.
Only they didn’t ask you for a tenner
thousand times - "just to
survive your death!" -- fell behind
from the others, returned in the dark to
well - not a few more
directions of movement - "only
to look pointlessly into yours
windows!" -- drew a dot, circled it
they said it would happen like this
safer - but they just gave it to you
all the roadsides and I vomited yours
minutes...
Another contender for a plush chair in a box
postspectrumism and the right to exist. The very idea of poking
random reader's face into my mental slop causes
delightfully disgusting primary tenderness. Tradition
It’s still enough to justify your symbolic excrement
so strong that I grin and try to avoid it. Although
Obviously, the structure of the text itself is mediocre. But
My writings do not require apologetics at all, because, as
It seems to me that their eclecticism and absurdity are often
disguisedso bad that it glows brightly in
the approaching twilight of collective consciousness.
Agarophobia attacks often stretch my nerves and
with a file they strive to perform on them a requiem for my painful
soul, so in the cramped ZX-Spectrum architecture I feel much more
calmer than turning towards the abyss of universal equality and
advanced technologies with an IP address burned into my back
using overclock x86 - your sympathetic interest bordering on
pity and a sense of self-superiority will cause me
migraine, don't waste your time.
The glitches of my consciousness reflected in the text may well
maybe not glitches at all. And undocumented features
worldview. These essays also contain small
parts of what I wrote during an existential crisis c
the goal is not to go crazy, most likely caused by incorrect mixing
antidepressants and other tranquilizers available to me with
alcohol - alas, I did not succeed in this art; suffered completely
defeat; my pharmacy, perhaps unfortunately, was ruined
me at the moment of drug psychosis. In fact, some
the states into which I dared to place my soul arose and
without consciousness modifiers, which may well be a consequence
sluggish mental illness.
Twilight? You never paid attention towhat time
What time of day do your dream comedies play out? Never? Mine
fantasies unfold precisely in the twilight, the thread of meaning
is lost and sleep drags the soul into the darkness, distorting it beyond belief
grotesque small details, but maintaining overall meaningfulness
what's happening.
Extensive use of thought originating in non-belonging
my brain, it should be visually noticeable enough that I don't
bothered myself with arranging tombstones in the middle of my desert
conclusions. In addition, it is not that extensive. Of course
this is strange to me. But so as not to feel on your lips
metallic taste of brass knuckles, I will draw special symbols
(x): (c)! (c)""" :;$(c) }(p)' (a) %%(f) (w)&^ (c) (c) (c)
implying correct copying - but this is very
dangerous, my text can be taken to pieces by people unknown to me
creatures, scatter me in your letters - scatter me!
Nobody gives a damn about you. And don't even try anything
change. Of course, there is a future, but not for you. Everything will change and
without you; somehow they will manage without you. Anyway
chances... They'll just make a fuss and ask for a "thank you." So no
work hard, don't get wasted. It's one thing for me to call you names
"pussies" or "gaps", but it's another matter if it happens on
in fact... And so it will be. You can, of course, hope for the best
but II hope that you are smart people... (C). Bondarenko
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