Perhaps this is the most literary Marazm, from
previously published by me. It included things that
which were published either a very long time ago or not
appeared anywhere (except perhaps in the form of messages)
ov). In principle, this issue was compiled for
yourself, since individual files are lost, and
I still keep Marazms...
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Ode to KOMAP
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- These creatures, mosquitoes, ass
gnawing like beavers...
(Gaza Strip)
So, KOMAP. This VILE insect is not-
apparently with every fiber of humanity (there is
suspicions that the animal soul is due to non-
which features, called by scientists
circles as PARASITISM or VAMPIRISM (post-
the latter is more commonly used). KOMAP, thin
RINGING YOUR LITTLE VILE WINGS-
MI, usually flies at the most inopportune
moment (information has been received that suitable
moments do not exist at all) over the victim
and chooses a landing site for a LONG, INCREDIBLE time
(for the purpose of biting).
-: A disclaimer must be made here: KOMAP pi-
conceals EXCLUSIVELY blood.
If at the time of landing the victim, according to various
I didn’t feel this for any reason, then
BITE blows. KOMAP is endowed by nature...
-: Historical error: "Nature is Mother
Ours" is a long-standing and fatal mistakehumanity was debunked not overnight
and not just one person. If nature created
such an ABOMINATION as KOMAP, then SHE CAN’T
BE IT!!!
And yet, KOMAP is endowed with a naturally subtle
and an oblong proboscis, by nature vi-
modified into the mouth opening. Actually
the end of the proboscis is pointed in such a way that
sticks into absolutely everything (for example,
rabid MOSQUITOES rush onto children's inflatables
new balls...). After a short
aiming, KOMAP swings and thrusts
sticks his nose where it is not needed (nowhere
necessary!). Usually at this moment the victim (if
not sleeping or drunk) feels PUNCH, TONE-
CUTE ITCH. It's not too late... - ATTAIN
VILE CREATURE!!!
Here are some tips.
If KOMAP settles on your face - don't
bludgeon him with your hands, trying to get the message
bastard (70% that he will have time to escape, about the last
events, read below). Take your time (everything is ra-
It will definitely itch), just try
determine where KOMAP fattens.
Slowly and deliberately (and IMPORTANTLY, don’t move)
commanding - THE FUCK WILL GO AWAY!) raise your hand -
ku (maybe two, to be sure) per level,
where KOMAP is supposed, and... smear it like
as strong as possible.
If you hit the target (!!!), and on the face
there will be a bloody mess left from the KOMAR, you
You will experience a feeling comparable only to...
blissful buzz and delight, mixed with
sadism and the desire to KILL A COUPLE MORE DE-
SYTHS OF MOSQUITOES. If you miss, thenby-
past the bruises, you will certainly feel
feeling cruelly deceived. In 99% of cases the victim is
nods and grabs a newspaper, a towel
(stool, hammer, slippers...) starts
chasing KOMAPom and in impotent rage
bludgeon everything. In 2% of cases, you are naked
find that particular FREAK AND KILL HIM. B
10% you will see a couple more MOSQUITOES and 100%,
that you will try to KILL them.
There are several features in NAILING
Mosquitoes on the walls. First: swinging
you are ecstatically smearing the CREATURE on the wall,
after which beautiful brown spots remain
(some KOMAPOHEHABUCTHUKOB have these spots
dot the ceilings too). Second, more humane
nal method (in relation to walls): KOMARA
cover with a jar. After which
KOMAP finds itself in a trap. Having caught that
In this way, all MOSQUITOES can be transmitted
wiggle your finger right into the jar. But it is possible (!!!)
put the jar on SLOW FIRE.... FOR-
POUR HOT WATER... FILL WITH SMOKE...
Individual KOMAPOHEHABUCTHUKU leave
jar alone and with the gloating of mosquitoes NOT
FEED WHILE WATCHING HUNGRY DEATH...
What POSITIVE does the MOSQUITO have? By-
perhaps only two features. First:
KOMAP-BITTER is a specimen of the FEMALE
LA. Guys eat pollen
(why not romantics?). Second and last
her: the MOSQUITO larva is nothing more than
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Marazm grew stronger...
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Once upon a time, a long time ago, in one forgotten
Grandfather and woman lived in peace in the village. They lived
bad, the grandfather walked in gloomy directions, and the woman was
just a bitch. Get money for kir grandfather
couldn’t (and there’s nowhere to buy it anyway), so
he brewed moonshine in the forest from pine cones
and fly agarics. He trashed the whole forest with his apparatus
volume made from a bucket and a trough. And in those
times there lived a lady there (why is she in the woods)
soo did and why the chick - I don’t know, bre-
I'll eat as much as I can). Apparently she was a mermaid
since my grandfather drained all the badya in the swamp. And
at some point the mermaid got caught up in it and
she climbed onto the bank and arranged for her grandfather
a tough debacle, broke the device and devoured it in
the forest is full of cones and fly agarics. Grandfather saw everything
he was seriously sunburned and decided to drown himself.
He rushed into the swamp, but it was hard to see
the mermaid woke up and regretted it (a woman’s soul is not
stone) and pulled it ashore, pumped it out
using direct heart massage and arti-
natural breathing from nose to mouth.
Grandfather woke up and was severely whittled when he saw
swamp miracle.
- What kind of nonsense am I seeing? Am I in Hell?
- I feel sorry for you, unshaven. After all
It was me who devoured all the cones in the forest and the apparatus
yours was destroyed.
“Oh, you nit,” the grandfather cried, “I love you.”
For this I’ll soak it now and then dry it.
“Let me go,” the Mermaid begged,
the secondI realized that I have to pay for everything...
tour, - I’ll give you a new device for this,
yes, such that you will get moonshine from the air
ha drive, and the fortress will be such that
mo, well... This... In short, it's fucking awesome, - from-
the mermaid smeared herself.
That's what they decided on. The mermaid showed her grandfather
a tree in which milk flowed from the hollow
river mowing under technical alcohol. Ver-
Grandfather came home in a state of severe al-
alcohol intoxication and, unable to control himself,
I told my bitch wife everything.
That's how I found out about the cool guy in the forest and
about the free tree-bukhalovtse, dumped
grandfather, knocking off his right kidney and breaking two
toe on the left foot.
- Go to this girl and tell him that if you don’t s-
gives me a perm under my arms and
in the groin - I’ll catch it and let it go in the ear!
Grandfather went into the forest, stumbling and falling. C
having found the swamp with difficulty, having visited the village in advance
roar, he began to scream not human
in a voice about life as a villain, wife as a bitch and
perm.
The mermaid climbed onto the shore and said, grinning.
hall:
- If you and your grandmother decided to divorce me
like in the fairy tale about the goldfish, then large
break off. No fucking way your wife is a bitch
radiates, and so do you. Because the fairy tale is here
another. She said this and made her legs.
Grandfather didn’t understand anything and decided to go drink some more.
no. But the bush tree dried up. But
a bear stood next to him and was saying something about
the fact that it is from Boris Petrovich.
- Damn, this is nonsense, - thought the grandfather, - and...
walkedsell the remaining second kidney to am-
Ricans. Yes, I almost forgot. Grandfather's name was
Smirnoff. He built it with a sold kidney
new device and began selling moonshine
Thais, and only then having become rich, he became the one
who did you think.
His wife remained a bitch. Without waiting -
After leaving her grandfather, she found the mermaid herself. But that one
coolly seduced her with a beautiful life. By whom
after that she became, I can’t say for sure
I can. Probably Kim Pisinger, or maybe Mor-
bottom... But the mermaid still lives in
swamp and only at night howls at the moon,
Leya, that she didn’t become like in the fairy tale about Golden
fish, make wishes come true.
This is a fairy tale, kids.
P.S. Bear, from Boris Petrovich, approx.
called present in the fairy tale from the very
the beginning, he just always stood near the tree
va on the right side, and grandfather drank on the left.
Therefore, he was noticed only after
the tree has dried up...
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Youth, youth...
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It was an ordinary July afternoon.
The heat was unbearable. Streets and courtyards would be
or filled with sunlight and dust.
There were very few passers-by, and they were all trying
tried to hide from the scorching sun in the
good squares or, as a last resort,
le beer barrel under an umbrella, where the air
were stinking from an insane mixture of the smell of pi-
va and sweat. In general, the city was almost empty.
Smallthe boy with the tenacity of the idiot
tried to catch someone who had been crushed by the unbearable
the heat of a skinny cat. Whenever punishment
the belly managed to grab someone lying in the dust
cat by the tail, he made more sounds
similar to a burp rather than a meow,
after which, having escaped, he ran back a couple
steps and fell into the dust again with one
The only thought: sleep. But childhood
stubborn, and a child with a stupid expression
pulls the poor animal by the tail again
dusty sidewalk.
“It won’t start,” Eye wheezed sluggishly,
looking first at the monitor, then at the filthy
th child torturing a cat.
- Do you think so? - in an even more lifeless voice
responded Crazy. Ice cream caught in
stomach ten minutes after beer,
somehow behaved badly there.
- If the cat doesn't bite that asshole, I'll
I’ll do it instead of him,” said the le-
chair presser, Sprite.
- Hmmm... - Crazy drawled. This could have caused
start a lot: either that the disk is valid
really ugly screwed up, or what
the child really needs it under the balcony
tap on the neck. But most likely
that ice cream doesn't go well with beer. This is subt-
his pale face, his trembling knees,
and an uneven gait leading in the direction
to the toilet.
- What if he’s Diskdoctor? - seeing off
with a Crazy look, he extended the Eye.
- Who: a cat or a child? - sleepily about-
mumbled Sprite.
- Floppy disk, - Eye from laziness, I didn’t even understand
jokes.- Go ahead, - Sprite poured another
a glass of warm, soapy kvass.
- Crazy will be back, I have to say.
- I'm afraid it won't be soon, - Sprite le-
I poured myself another glass. I heard something in the toilet
melodic sounds of Crazy fighting with his wife
Ludkom
- Oh, look, I loaded something, - Eye removed
finger off the button, ignoring the error. On
a screensaver with a naked woman appeared on the monitor
a woman. For a couple of seconds she seductively
smiled, after which the computer fell out meanly
in BASIC.
- OOOOO!!! - They groaned in one voice
Sprite and Eye. The street echoed ooh-
retarded cat
- Well, get out of here!!! - he yelled angrily
Sprite leaning over the balcony. cat
looked painfully into the eyes of the screaming man,
but he didn’t move. Child of fear
let go of his tail and, contorting his face, roared,
as if he had been slapped on the head.
- Why are you scaring the child? - Ambassadors-
a hysterical female voice roared across the floor
above - don’t you have anything to do?! Vanya,
don't cry, my dear, play baby. Uncle
won't yell at you anymore, otherwise -
raising her voice to a squeal, the mother squealed,
- I'll call the police.
- Sprite, do you want to yell in this heat?
- Eye grimaced.
- Yes, we already got it!!! - Sprite pro-
ran his hand down his throat and fell back into
armchair
“Guys, I’m home,” Crazy’s complexion was
looks like a green cucumber.
- We just uploaded the picture, - returned -
shaya disk, said Eye. Onthe street is hot again
the cat burped frontally.
“I’ll fix the house already,” walking backwards towards
Crazy wheezed at the exit.
“Yeah, call me if it works out,” he said
Sprite voice.
“Definitely,” he responded already in the corridor.
beer lover with ice cream.
“Poor fellow,” Eye grinned, “I’m his
warning... - a howl was heard on the street -
benka.
- Bitten! - Sprite screamed enthusiastically.
Both looked out into the yard. The little one sat in the dust
and filled the whole street with heart-rending crying.
The cat sat next to him with a bored look. By no-
he could see that these sounds were maddening to him
interfere. Crazy OS appeared from the entrance
I stood next to this couple and thought.
The child decided that now he would be calmed down.
repent, imitated a fire siren blaring and
I even blushed from the effort. Wait a second
Liv, Crazy gave one a slap on the head and good
Give a kick to the second one. Despite the delight
wifely cries of Sprite and Eye, angry ex-
a rich mother and a crazy child, and so-
same dissatisfied burp of a cat, Crazy quickly
rushed towards his home, because
snacking on beer with ice cream is HARMFUL! :)
P.S. This story is not made up. Events,
described above took place in the 94th
du. Guess which of the people described there
it was me :).
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Sophistry
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In one godforsaken place, the whole
Ma is a smart young man. He was just-then nothing, but he was not just smart, he
was WISE! Everyone who lived in the vicinity is
place, they came to him and asked
whether:
- You are Wise, tell us why people live -
sheep?
And the Wise One told them:
- Look at the sky. What do you see?
“Nothing,” people answered, “Just the sky.”
and clouds.
“Then look at your feet,” pro-
the Wise One must.
“Nothing either,” people answered in surprise.
di - just land. Black and dirty.
- Then inhale this air and say,
what's in it? - The Wise One continued stubbornly.
- Nothing! Absolutely NOTHING, just WHO-
SPIRIT! - People answered irritably.
- Oh, you... - The Wise One sighed, - The sky is not
just the sky, it is BLUE, and the clouds are RED
GRAY. The earth is not just black, it is FRUIT
DEAR and not dirty at all, but polluted by you
same. The air you breathe is not just
air, it gives you LIFE.
- Wise, we already knew all this, it’s just
“didn’t pay attention to it,” they answered
people.
- That’s why you live a boring and unhappy life -
“,” the Wise sighed sadly, “I didn’t notice-
you dream of the Beautiful. You have arms and legs.
He will tear them off and you will regret it, remembering
them for the rest of their lives. The blue will disappear
the sky with clouds and will be covered with eternal Darkness,
the earth will be exhausted and sick, the soil will become dirty,
spirit and you will regret not appreciating
has this happened before...
- Wise, we all understood this, but we
wanted to know what does a person live for?
- Learn to appreciate itwhat do you have and understand-
those that your life is not bondage and not torture,
and Dar. And you don’t have such questions anymore
will arise...
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...and then the people went home and began
follow the commandments of the Wise. They became happy
to embrace life, love each other and find
they are Happiness. So they lived for exactly a year,
after which they decided to thank the Wise
gifts and kind words.
The wise man met them with sadness.
- Hello Wise! - People said, - We
followed your commandments and found happiness
thie.
- Have you really begun to rejoice in the Sky, the field?
hit the Earth, felt the air? - I was surprised
Wise.
- Yes! We did everything as you ordered and now
we...
“But this is self-deception,” he interrupted them.
Wise, it is foolish to look at the blue sky from
clouds and rejoice that it is beautiful
howl. What do you care about the fertility of the earth? you sow
grain into it, water it with your sweat,
you remove it by cutting your hands on the hard ones
ears and you just get bread, which
gives you the opportunity not to starve, that is
just exist, for you eat it everyone
a day and nothing more. You breathe clean water
spirit, but what do you need in it?
- But if all this had not happened, we
would have died, people were surprised.
-What do you want in Death?
- Death is Death...
“She gives deliverance,” he said seriously.
Wise, - Why do YOU need to live?! Whatever
work for yourself and others, just for the sake of
no matter whatdie ??? But is it too early or
late Death will come and all your labors and
the torment will go to waste. No one has yet
managed to escape Death. Is it worth the pain?
what if she comes anyway?
“Wise,” people prayed, “but
Life is not only torment and labor, there is also
and happiness, love...
- What is happiness? In the Blue Sky? You don't
funny man standing with his head up
up and rejoicing in the color of the sky? Ridiculous.
What is Love? Eternal jealousy, ser-
childhood torment, suffering that is rarely brightened up -
with our bursts of joy, again having
low-lying roots.
- But this is all wonderful! This is a Gift!!! -
people cried.
- Gift? - The Wise One smiled, - This is a gift
where a man is born rich and dies in
in luxury, having lived a life filled with what
wanted. Some are born Wise, like Me.
They are even luckier than the rich. They have
have power over the crowd. That is, above you.
I filled your mind with rose-colored thoughts and half-
I teach you rich offerings! I'm richer
than anyone else. I have power and money. I
I say what I want. I'm rich and don't care
bodies on you and your petty happiness...
And people killed the Wise. Being a CROWD, they
took the Wise literally. WEALTH, VLAS-
THING AND LUXURY!!! They rushed into the empty basement
Shaft of the Wise. They turned his entire
I turn the hut upside down, but still nothing
found, for the Wise was a Beggar. Then the CROWD
began to suspect each other of stealing moneyWise and began to kill each other...
The Wise One made a mistake, like all the Wise Ones. Life is not
It's a gift and not a torment, it's just life. Having paid-
having suffered from it because of an attempt to explain to people the truth
to another whom he did not know, he died ingloriously.
The moral is simple: If you want to make yourself happy,
if you can, do it, if you can’t, suffer.
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Suicide Anthem
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There is nothing more... A mug of beer in my hand -
the last thing that will see me through in this life.
I stare blankly at the contents of the glass, the rest...
the axle is only half... Five, six at most
sips and goodbye life. Life around me came to life
After work, people buy se-
without beer, to restore strength, they seize
all this is herring. Someone buys a glass
vermouth, in the hope of drowning out the mental pain
(bad things happen to everyone). I have naughty hands
I take the remaining change out of my pocket and start
I can’t count it again... I don’t have enough for vermouth
melts. It's a pity... I'm finishing my beer... The thought of laughter...
mouth caresses my brain like Cradle Of Filth in
headphones caresses my sick soul... God
how I want to die now... Now, with mu-
language appropriate to my condition, with
pain in the soul and pain in the left hand from the nine-
these scars and burns... It didn't help me,
alas... I wanted to drown out my pain with pain,
but it got even worse...
Wiping my tears, I pay no attention to
puzzled looks from bar visitors, I'm walking
to the counter and order a beerfor all the rest -
Xia money. Not enough for a glass, but the bartender
as if sensing my condition, he pours
a full mug. Nothing but painful
smiles, I couldn’t force a response...
I'm going back to the table...
In less than half an hour I will die... Um-
freaked out by his thought, which became intrusive
Reassured, I take another sip. Beer per-
It was starting to put pressure on my brain. I know if very
drink it for a long time, then at some point it
stops working. The album is finished
Therion added. He used to dis-
was annoying, but after the suicidal Kradels, I
felt a slight release... Another sip
and one more thing... God, where am I rushing?! I'm in a hurry
die... I catch myself thinking about this. Yes,
I catch myself thinking... God, how
Music affects me... Lost at 15
all my sensations I catch their reflections
Just after drinking beer, or from music...
More likely from the last one... I don’t remember which one
film, but there was a phrase that
sunk deep into my soul: “I would like a mind-
heresy, with Armstrong's voice in your ears..." How
I understand this man now...
I turn the cassette over to the other side,
I hear Cradle Of Filth again... Music, under
which is not scary to die... Damn, for St.
with these thoughts I don't drink beer at all, but
this is my barometer, my reverse stopwatch
countdown...
Remembering your past life, friends, etc.
their people, I just smile crookedly - no,
they don't meunderstood... Maybe I didn't understand
them, but who are they to me? I am God, I am alone...
The whole previous life is a parody. I tried
prove to people that he was needed... "He loved
people, but they don’t have him - that’s why he hates them -
went!" I think I laughed too loud-
Xia. The visitors looked at me with a smile
oh... At least some recognition... Damn it...
eri, I'm already thoroughly drunk, I need to hurry up
finish your beer and stop this comedy...
I used to think that death was in a jump from a bo-
greater height is the easiest, but now I
I think that death itself should choose me
- or I was in vain smoking the sky all this time and
it's time to leave this world of shit, or
It was not in vain that I was born...
Road... Ring highway, cars rushing by
with a speed of 160 km. per hour... Either I'm ra-
will smear it on the concrete, or I will continue my
worthless existence in bed - crippled -
oh... I punish myself anyway.
I only have one percent that I'll stay
unharmed. Only five percent that I'm under
I'm getting out of bed after half a year, and there's no chance
It's more likely that I'll even survive.
Smile... I smile... Out rushing from
fog huge sovtransavto... You need everything -
just go out into the middle of the road...
The squeal of brakes... A slight blow... I feel
the back of my head is asphalt... The taste of blood in my mouth...
Am I dead?! The driver's face... Malicious swearing...
The guy is swearing and probably now me
would kill if I could move... Mar-
azm...Slight dizziness in the head... Or
from beer, or from a blow... There's a stream from the nose -
all the blood... The completely white driver pla-
even over my body...
- Relax guy, I'm alive...
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