Long Life IMPULSE! - this issue was released exclusively for SNAOS CONSTRUCTIONS `2000.

                                         

  Long Life IMPULSE!           

                                         
                                (C) Delta
                                         
   I was awakened by the suffocating stench and thunder
some slurping.  I tried to open my eyes
Hmm, I guess it worked.  Any attempts
moving your arm or leg doesn't do anything
whether.  A couple of minutes later my limp body
finally began to show signs of life.
After looking around a little, I realized that I found...
I live in some dark kamope, under the ceiling
com there was a small point through which
meager rays of light broke through,
a rat sat in the lek and rummaged through the remains of a
the skins of a dead pot-bellied black cat, and this one
the smell... even the smell of a month of unwashed
felt like socks compared to this stench
the aroma of freshly picked roses. Comparison by
seemed funny to me and the mood was a little
it rose up.  And then the pain came
the bridge of the nose ached terribly and was splitting
head. Feeling my face, I found in the thick
tkax dried blood swollen nose and pa-cut lips.  Well, lips are bullshit, heal-
hey, but his nose is probably broken, but oh well-
but, not a woman, it will heal.                    
                                         
   Little by little, the picture became vaguely clearer
last evening. Well there was a small par-
ty, well, we hung out with the buddies as usual, well
we drank, and then... What happened next? I
I was always proud of my autopilot, I couldn’t
rubbing the amount he drank, he always
put me up to FINAL DESTINATION, but
It seems that this time I went a little too far.  
                                         
   I felt in my back pocket and pulled it out!
Oh-ooo!  Cool, I turned out to be faithful after all
to myself and my habits, even though I got drunk
like a pig! My favorite tin flask with
vodka! Having drained the drink in one gulp with disgust
half, after 10 minutes I felt a
current of fresh forces.  A more detailed examination
the premises gave rise to a new discovery: in
in the far corner I saw a crouched, lonely
some body without obvious signs of life. Hmm,
white pants, red lined para-
lelepiped shirt. Exactly, this is the sameIMPERIO!
It looks like this alkanaut decided to put his
a new record for drinking alcohol-containing
liquids and apparently he hasget this
moose                                    
                                         
   Suffocating stench, dampness and the call of nature
made me look for a way out. Neya-
the clear outline of the door was blocked by the ver-
vka with a peacefully swaying roach.  Damn,
where did it take me?  Pulling the rope and out
pushing the door with my shoulder with my last strength, I...
fell out.  The bright light forced
squint, but later, when your eyes get used to it
towards the light, my pupils narrowed and I inhaled
full spirit, freedom.              
                                         
   Damn, lopsided ass, burnt ha-
that thicket of hemp, yes this is a hutPHOE-
NIX`a, but perhaps he himself.  In the gazebo
the body was sitting with its eyes closed in a pose
half-lotus, apparently once again torturing
can fly out of the material shell.  
                                         
   He's a fool, here IMPERIO and without meditation
flew so far that I still can’t
may fly back. From the barn I heard-
There were dull blows, it seemed that IMPERIO re-
I wanted to repeat my feat with the release of hapy-
zhu...                                    
                                         
   A little later we managed to compile
parts from pieces of yesterday's event
day.  At night we wandered around the cemetery, looking for
for some reason, they were unloading golf from
tomatoes, then they found two axes: one
big, second small, well balanced
gray...                            
                                         
   We got drunk on tomatoes, chopped everything
va (including a small part ofPHOENIX`s-
sky house). But we still have our little drum -
or in a barn, in the guise of a black cat.  U
who was small at that time, balanced
I don’t even remember the broken hatchet...    
                                         
   We lit a fire, it was boring. Caught
in a jar of all kinds of spiders, slugs,
cows, worms, woodlice, snails, then co-
someone came up with the idea to cook them in human form
lump of juice, oh, and the bustle was then in private
sector...                               
                                         
   ...Hapbab and wrapping the hemp in the ha-socket, loaded with beer in the nearest
we directed our bodies strictly to pepper
pendicular to the elite microdistrict VOSTOK.
                                         
   This is how people celebrated in the city of Brest
CHAOS CONSTRUCTIONS `000,  this number was
released exclusively on this occasion
being. How did people spend their time in St. Petersburg?
You will find out too.  True, it was a party
seriously marredby the death of submarine sailors
nicknames,  but let's not get into this complete mess
politics, let Putin and
other "puts".                           
                                         
   As many already know, SS `000 is finished-
a complete failure,  apparently the organizers
thought to let everything take its course in the hope
that everything will work out anyway, without input
breathing some effort, well, in general, how
usually. Let's not judge them too harshly,
I just want to point out once again:
"born to crawl, cannot fly...",
If you don't know how, don't interfere.                       
                                         
   Unfortunately, fromoriginal plans
about at least Stu reports, nothing
remains, since Freeman and Mast simply
we were cheated, but we hope that you all-
still make up a subjective independent
opinion o SS.