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I don't need proof of decadence. For this I
I can look into the - mirror. Seconds, minutes, hours
flow out of consciousness and fall with a splash into the swamp of logical
connections, illogical gaps, categories, concepts, truths and
misconceptions. Every weekend, when the fuss of the meaningless disappears
affairs and unnecessary, but obligatory dialogues, I deal with
studying the decomposition surrounding me - flirting with Entropy,
I laugh at the jokes of the demons of Decay.
Enchanted dead man with books in
head... Fate before the Court. Funny.
THIS IS FUNNY. I like to live
here. I have a funny resource.
King of sleep. The life line smiles in
arshin. Fluctuations, light and darkness,
turmoil and emptiness. Echo. Shadow. I
I found only sadness everywhere
- Disappointment.
For some time I've been watching old Spectrum software,
locking himself in his small room. I'm reading what's written on
CD TDK old press, feeling in the warm summer air
nauseating aroma. Sorted by archives and directories
other people's thoughts are so mixed with dust that they themselves -.
The dead grin joyfully from the images of floppy disks. I remember mine
floppy disks - some whistled merrily in the drive, others glittered on
light; there were, of course, those who brought me to
fury with its wear and tear and scribbled labels. And all the images
identical. I can load cd-rom and hundreds of images
fuse into one - impartially and automatically, like crush
an empty beer bottle and a dried fly. After an hour and a half, the smell
dust no longer bothers my olfactory organs - I begin to breathe
this rot. I listen to those who have already said everything long ago. I admire
who drew his last drawing. I'm surprised at something long forgotten
code. I look closely at the corpses of those beating in ecstasy
anticipated immortality. The feeling grows and becomes clear
forms. . For a moment, some thoughts pop up in my brain.
Vague memories - I press Reset. Image
shudders and is replaced by empty lines of tests.
08/25/1999-MVPЗ-586B8661-2A5LEVЗIC-00. In the upper right corner -
pentagram stitched into the BIOS. This computer doesn't need me.
Probably he is for me too.
Enchanted dead man with books in
head... Fate before the Court. Funny.
THIS IS FUNNY. I like to live
here. Ume a fun resource.
King of sleep. The life line smiles in
arshin. Fluctuations, light and darkness,
turmoil and emptiness. Echo. Shadow. I
I found only sadness everywhere
- Disappointment.
Every month I pay more and more for the Internet
money. Which he could use to devour well. Give
bribe a doctor to get rid of a constant headache.
Buy clothes. Buy wheels. Buy an illusion in installments
your need for someone. Fuck it. Today I pumped out some
utilities that I deleted after sleeping. Tomorrow I'll pump out some
texts, I’ll gnaw on other people’s wisdom for breakfast. The day after tomorrow in my
one more person will appear on the contact list, to whom I will
interesting. Or at the same time indifferent. It may be mutual. A
maybe . Lately I've been observing just some
stampede into the real world. Alas! Foot stamping and heavy
breathing doesn't make me feel anything other than the desire to go away
side - so as not to be mixed with sand. Which is what I would do, but
taking with him - how touchingly it surrounded
vodka with you! - and a plastic container that she covered with herself
vodka in , thereby creating a complete composition.
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