There is nothing more difficult than after almost half-
a year old's silence, sit down drunk again
for the long-forgotten Byte keyboard and
trying to squeeze out the twentieth, anniversary
lazy Marazm... Here's what I decided: (thought
just came to mind (it’s good that bu-
hoy! To hell with sober)), everyone
the embraced (precisely through the “o”) writer is always
yes there are a lot of drafts with unfinished ones
things (sometimes even with unstarted things :)). All-
anyway they will rot without a trace, otherwise at least
Rod will be able to appreciate the flight of my unbridled
fantasies (most of them did not publish-
for ethical reasons - I’m too much
expressed his thoughts freely). And now I'm
I even see a kind of thrill in this. In short
try not to freak out about all this...
it was LLC
(Ultimately Crazy Werewolf)
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Well-fed and nourished...
Intoxicated with love...
WW: I saw this couplet for almost a month,
written in marker in the elevator, my whole lift-
ride... :)
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WW: Excerpts from my notebook (written in
different places, in different conditions :))
On the cover: "I Hate This World" (whoever
I doubted it :))
Someday I will die... The crows will eat everything
my soft tissues, worms will eat me from the inside out -
ri, my flesh will mix with the earth and remain
there is only a skeleton... Smooth and white... But-
wow life! I'll be there againclean...
...they ask me to write something like this,
so that the tower would be torn down for both them and me... (something
This is what I'm doing now :))
After another drinking session at Lama's, where we...
ate two bottles of Consul (written at three
o'clock in the morning, walking unevenly from Green
meadows" to the "Institute of Culture"):
Drunk sun in a drunk window...
Drunk life in drunken shit...
Drunkenly staggering, stumbling.
Dissolving in the cloudy sediment of the wine.
In a drunken stupor, swearing at life,
Having gotten tired of the “gray life”, fighting...
Drunk face on a dirty table
Drunken tears flow down my cheek...
Sweet tears, with the taste of wine...
It's a pity that I drank everything... I was left alone...
Drunk life... I can't do this...
Drunk thoughts in a drunken brain...
I'll drunkenly climb onto a slippery roof,
I'll fall into a drunken niche in the abyss...
Sober people will find down there...
Maybe someone will suddenly shed a tear.
They'll bury you quickly and get drunk quickly.
Drunken tears will flow sweetly again...
Once again someone will stagger drunkenly,
He'll break a drunken face on a pole.
Drunkenly swearing, getting stuck in the mud,
Saving the “gray life” with alcohol,
The drunken sun will see in the window...
Drunkenly stuck in drunken shit...
(psychedelic!)
...life in general is a big crap in whichWe're stuck digging... But I don't want to, fuck!
...looking at my reflection in the mirror,
I saw the face of a killer... And a serial one!
...men, hand over the containers!... (very stern-
in your own handwriting, he was probably very drunk :))
In the same place: “Thought of the day: I need to buy more beer”
From the classics: “Have a drink after a hard day and
anyone can go overboard, but screw up with
morning, so that the whole day goes to hell
- not everyone is capable!"
ZOOKOSMO. Implantation of all kinds of crap into the brain
Archangel Gabriel didn’t like it at all
Ilu!" (How do you like the fantasy for Marazm? :))
...in the toilet there was a huge ta-
the crayfish ate the poison noisily and slurping...
Phrase from an advertising poster (you need to read-
However, not everyone gets it right away): “Paral-
therapeutic treatment of partners (together with ur-
ologist)..."
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WW: And now the drafts... Here is the first
note, with a provocative title: "Bulgakov-
shina" (the beginning is shamelessly lost somewhere...),
there is even something biographical in it :)))
I...). Here lay this citizen Kuznetso-
va in one shirt, with it split like
ripe watermelon head and looked senseless
with dead, dead eyes in the morning, spring
her sky, which, however, is no longer enough for her
interested. Like investigator Burlo himself,
calmly picking out of his rotten
tooth, little fingernail, breakfast leftovers and
simultaneously giving orders to his
spotted, white-blue, retinue.No, read-
Well, she was no longer interested in anything. Soul
this girl was far away. And so far away,
that no detective can find
her. And it didn’t fall off while washing my
their windows, which I had never washed since I was a child,
I was really afraid of heights. And not even alcohol
clouded her eyes (in this you can easily see-
You can be sure if Burlo the hog allows
you should look at the results of the examination...
Although it’s unlikely, you’ll have to believe me
word).
She was killed! Yes, yes! Although familiar with this
matter of fact, a person like Sergeant Luponos, I
I could well object - no, they say,
The body bore no traces of violence. Lastly
time the girl went a little crazy due to...
But what's the difference? There are a lot of soils. By
at least that’s what the neighbors showed: “Kuzne-
Tsova hasn’t been herself lately.”
But they were wrong, my dears! Oh how wrong-
were fighting... And the neighbors on the left, and the neighbors below and
even Sergeant Luponos himself, who believed
at the word of chatty women. All! In addition to the neighbor
dki on the right... Oh!!! These readings produced
impression even on a seasoned follower
maker Burlo. Baba Marya - that was her name in
yard Quiet, inconspicuous old lady, such
They call it God's dandelion. With huge
like tea saucers, horn-rimmed glasses,
she immediately grabbed the sleeve of the sweating
the pig Burlo began to weave such that he
At first I gasped - so many things at once! A
Lupanos anticipating praise from his superiorsscribbled and scribbled into his unsorted parga-
ment of Marya's testimony. And for Kuznetsova, by
according to the old woman, it meant so much that it
Just hold on to your pants! And explosions in Moscow,
and terrorist attacks in Chechnya and even the stampede at Nemi-
ge"... However, when mentioning "Nemiga",
into Burlo’s soul, rotten from mistrust,
there was doubt...
- Wait, you say it’s her too
have you planned?
- As it is, my dear, she is!
“Yes, of course, grandma,” the initiate picked up.
tivu Luponos - how could she resist the elements
organize. After all, the thunderstorm is to blame!
- She, my dear, she! Valka brought her in!
- Who, - Bur’s previously ingratiating face -
Well, he acquired the normal expression of a jerk.
- Cloudy.
- Yeah... I see, - Burlo right before our eyes
Maryi tore everything that with such care
Luponos wrote this before (and there was
everything - orders, prizes, trips to Braslav-
lakes... Well - not fate). And the scraps
I left it right there on Marya’s floor.
What can I say - boorish. But if he
knew how reckless it was and how
but this act will complicate it in the future
life...
Although let's not get ahead of ourselves... Marya -
she was an old fool and there was nothing to take from her. Yes
Burlo and said to Luponos when leaving the
entrance, after which he waved his hand to the side
dead Kuznetsova and the body of the unfortunate victim
They loaded me onto a stretcher and took me away. And the bloody lu-
Well, as usual in such cases, we fell asleep
sand.
But let me not hereagree with Bu-
rlo. And not even because of my antipathy to it-
I'm a jerk, but simply because he turned out to be
wrong. Old - yes! But don't be stupid! No way
stupid! Moreover, be Burlo, and even Luponos
more perspicacious, they already then, instead of
to swear at an old woman, they could get caught
funny How ? Yes, at least looking at the obs-
dance in the apartment of the old witch. Portrait
Did you see L'Avey on the wall?.. What does "Ka-
who"?! No, no, no! My much disrespect
my investigator Burlo, I do not accept such
new answers from you! You must know this!
Your job is to know
that L'Avey is the creator of the Satanic
oh bible and church. Again "So what?" !!!
But it’s not just hanging from the old woman
on the wall! Just as it’s not just that in her
there's a lot of smelly stuff in the pantry
enclosed in all sorts of bottles and boxes
ki... And your husband? I wish I could ask! husband
did you interrogate her? Well, at least take an interest-
were you checking for his presence in the house?
No? - I have no more questions!.. I’m tired,
and I’m hungry, - that’s what the sign would say now -
threaded Ostap Ibrahimovic. But from Burlo you can
wait only for a subpoena or, in lu-
at best, an invitation to witness
lem on breaking into someone's ownerless apartment, and
a bottle of beer with "Hod Dog" - that's just...
tit! The municipality will not pay such costs
will do, dear comrade! - Apparently it would be so
the famous investigator answered me, if only
Iasked him for food. But no! No, chi-
telator, we will not do this, we are the mover
let's move on! And let's leave Burlo and Luponos
for the time being, for the time being, write your protocols
ly about the suicide of citizen Kuznetsova.
And then I would suggest that you pay attention to
mania for some strange subject. Let's say
did you walk in the central bookstore area?
th store? Well, where else is painted
in yellow the KGB building, and opposite under
for hours an inexpensive pub with Brest beer
vom? We were walking! Haven't you been paying attention?
per person in green pants, blue jacket
what about worn-out shoes on bare feet?.. Well
Of course, you can meet such people in the hero city.
more than a dozen. I know. But you peek-
get into his eyes? No?.. Okay, I'll have to
tell me a little about it.
Nobody knows what his name was, although it is likely
Clearly, someone I knew knew. But in narrow
circles (those that live in the so-called area
called "Panikovka") they called it between
himself simply and succinctly: moron. And I think
they weren't wrong. Since he really
flax was slightly moved. So called:
city crazy. I think any city
can boast of such a “frame”. Our then-
is no exception. The guy was a little rowdy
but safe. Could easily scare passers-by
same question like: “And let them do
whatever they want. Really?" Who are they and what is right?
yes - we will never know. By
one simple reason that one day a guybecame really violent. With the crazy
with his eyes he rushed around the central quarter
lamas of our city and whispered with horror every
to the oncoming person: “Run!” Someone act-
ran away. But he wasn't interested in that.
He ran in a completely different direction. Shyly
looking around, he at times fell to his knees
the evil of some gutter and
began to cross himself ineptly. Then it became quiet.
Suddenly, with a plaintive squeal, the
nodded and ran again... Doctors call it
"persecution mania" And if it falls into your hands
doctors, this is exactly the diagnosis they would make
tavili. And they would be wrong! After all, the guy is
indeed pursued. And not "03", respect-
Dear reader, you should have called, but “02”!
And call not the doctors, but the bloke Burlo, so that
he sat the guy in front of him and the copper go-
would have asked just one single hair
asked: "Who?" But alas... No one can do this...
ate, and Burlo would hardly have asked such a question
question to a well-known person throughout the Central District
he's crazy. And for the time being we
We won’t know this either.. Driven to despair
Yanya, the guy jumped off the bridge into Svisloch,
where he ran into steel bars sticking out
under almost any city bridge and, like you
already guessed - he died on the spot, what they call
It turns out: until the ambulance arrives...
And again the police flashing lights, frankly
yawning investigator Burlo, climbing without
soap you know where - Sergeant Luponos...
In general, the whole elite. Although onthis time og-
limited themselves to asking only the vacationer
nearby a couple in love who are so
I was so busy with myself that I didn’t even notice
jumping a few meters away from himself
Rnya. In general, the matter was quickly hushed up, because
there were no details, and the guy himself was reputed to be crazy
walking But we must pay tribute to Luponos -
he finally tied Kuznetsova and the madman together
whole, although Burlo did not approve of this and re-
thought that all this was the cost of youth and,
quite a lot of urine hitting the crown of the head.
- Dry up - Burlo was brief. Luponos knowing
cool temperament of the boss, followed the advice and
for some time there was no further mention of this
minal...
Perhaps this whole story would have died down
on some dusty shelf in a police station
om archive, if it weren’t for the start in our city
things were worse than two crazy deaths
nicks... But here, according to the law of the genre, it’s best for me
time to introduce a hero into the story, who himself
without suspecting it he found himself in such a situation
business, which is scary to even think about. Perhaps the name
I'll change it, because the guy already got it in the pi-
horns, that's why they called him... But why split hairs -
Sasha (the most common name). Alexander. Shura. So be it. That's what happened-
It seems that Alexander fell in love with a young girl...
Hmm...Anna. Well, not right away. Long
swayed. Yes, and the girl was not the same either.
har. In general, the story is long and worthy
snotty novel for underdeveloped housewives
in-laws from three to seventy. Therefore, I omit
Tim. Wellis there anything unusual here? Yes, the whole problem is
that they settled in an apartment next to
the one from which Kuzne jumped onto the asphalt
Tsova V.N... Or rather, only Sa-
sha, because besides love and unforeseen circumstances,
marriages in the form of Anna's pregnancy among couples
There was nothing else. So I gave in
he, as they said in the old days, is a Primaki, then
there is a place to live with my wife...
Ah! Alexander Petrovich! All your life you are a sword-
talked about adventures and dangers. I've read a lot
books and lying on the sofa, throwing his leg over
leg, mentally imagined himself as a superman
nom, saving the world... But the whole trouble is,
my dears, that thought, in itself, ma-
terial! And I won’t get tired of repeating this. And
no need to tell me about the monstrous coincidences
things that are very difficult to believe.
Nothing in the world is done just like that. Even
now, when I write these lines and glances -
I look at the clock, waiting for eleven o'clock,
to go get milk for someone who is screaming good
obscenities, child - even now I create Isto-
ryu! Is it yours, yours, your snotty one?
child... I got distracted. Actually everything happened-
it happened the way it should have happened.
The wedding took place very quickly because Anna was
at the last stage of stealth.. And they began
They, as they say, live a family life.
Although the family, I must say, turned out to be
that... In addition to Sasha, who has shifted to mysticism,
nursing student Anna, always screaming for them
offspring, as well as mother Anna (in folk
folklore -mother-in-law) and a blind old dog,
Another aunt lived in this apartment... Who
it was for Alexander - I don’t know,
not strong in kinship ranks. In general, dear
mother-in-law's sister. And she turned out to be godlessly
God's special one. Instead of finding
get yourself a man and give birth to a bunch of brats, live
like all normal women, she fucked herself
a bunch of icons, crosses, candles that spread
poked, not only in all rooms and brown-
dramas, but even in the toilet with the bathroom. Pre-
given, as they say, to serving God... Well
It’s not for us to judge - everyone chooses their own
way. Yes, that's exactly why they started
madness is happening throughout the house...
WW: Come on, throw rotten tomatoes-
mi... :)))
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WW: I don’t even remember why I wrote this:
The joke with the card turned out to be a bummer. Maybe
for others this trick worked, but for me
the machine refused to accept the one covered with tape
contact. Cursing, I began to pick
Scotch tape was the first thing that was at hand -
teeth. By inserting the card again into the car,
mate, I heard the creaky voice of an evil woman
Bushki: "Ale."
- Hello, - (I always say hello by
phone, even if I call my mother-in-law), - and Yura
is it possible?
“He left,” the voice is filled with anger and un-
I hate it, I don’t know when it will be.
Boom... Beep. The Lama's grandmother is very kind
shka. What a pity... But I wanted to have a drink with him
beer at the bar. Now you have to hang around
city. go homeabsolutely no desire.
I had a fight with my wife, the child doesn’t point me out
admits and starts yelling just in front of me
form. Bastard... You can’t do that... It’s necessary “so that
The child had positive emotions."
Nerves to hell... That's it. Got it. It is necessary
drink beer. Fic with her, with a beer attached -
stu. Let them say what they want, I don’t care
drum. I want to drink beer and my weakness
nothing to do with it...
The benches are dirty as always. Sit down, es-
Naturally it’s impossible. OK. I'm scientific. In the center
re cities without a package - like without hands. Shape-
la simple: is there a package? Get down, sit down. No
package - go for a walk Vasya, get your ass dirty.
We have the package, so get your ass dirty
there will be others... Damn it, good! Beer
Yes, butt is clean. All that's left is the taste
enjoy all the thrill of being...
WW: I write cool things when I’m in a pub
bubbles hit the crown of the head :) It’s a pity... Good on-
chal, it would be necessary to develop events.
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WW: Very ancient stuff. But sometimes from not
what should I do? I add one or two lines...
Darkness... The room is shrouded in darkness. He opened
eyes and saw nothing. Touching
carpet on the wall, he realized that he was lying on the edge
ovati... My head didn't hurt anymore, it just
was filled with cast iron.
He buried himself in his pillow and began to cry silently.
I was immediately afraid of this.
- God, what have I brought myself to... - Slowly -
but having risen, He leaned over the edge
beds and began to look for empty
bottles,full...
He became addicted to alcohol. All life has been lost
cue meaning. Everything that now evoked in him
bouts of enlightenment, was at the bottom
glasses.
“Hello,” he said almost lovingly.
He, feeling the weight of a full bottle in his hand,
ki, - I already thought that I would die without her -
bya.
- “I found something to rejoice at,” clearly
came in response from the darkness.
Dropping the bottle in surprise, he quietly
asked:
- Who's here?
Silence... Not a rustle, not a sigh. Jumping up
He turned on the light. The room was empty.
- God, I started to delirium...
- "Not surprising!" - the same one was heard
voice.
- God! - He jumped on the cri-
say, - Am I crazy?
- “Yes! You’re crazy! You’ve already become delirious!”
He groaned quietly and sank down.
- “Have you really begun to hear me?!”
- I don’t know... But there’s something I really say-
“I hear,” He said in horror.
- “In that case, welcome to Hell.”
- Who says this?
- "I"
- Who is “I”?
- "You... That is, I am You"
“Delirium tremens,” He groaned quietly.
- “Don’t even hope. I am your Mind, subconsciously-
knowledge"
- Wait a little.... Reason, - He grabbed
bottle in his hands and quickly opening it, took a sip
a big sip.
- “How stupid it is to hope for this rubbish” - uk-
The voice said sadly.
- Lord, what’s wrong with me??!
- “Nothing, absolutely nothing. If not...
It means that you have fallen and lied
into NOTHING"
Tiredly sitting down on the bed, he doubtfully
looked at the bottle in his hand.
- "Notthink it won't help"
- And if I get drunk now, I’ll re-
will I hear you?
- “I don’t know, but I think not. I'm in you"
- And to go out... Oh yes... And to shut you up back -
is it not possible?
- "I'm afraid not"
- That's crazy...
- "Worse"
- What should I do about it now?
- “Nothing. Live, although you may end
with you"
“Thank you,” He grinned.
- “And you thought! Stop torturing yourself. It's time
decide, either you live a normal life,
or it's time to stop it"
- Yeah... So if I die, then so will you.
it won't.
“What a trouble,” the Voice grinned, “alive.”
eat - You, and I’m just a Thought"
- Nonsense... Listen, what if I ask you
be silent?
- “Nothing will work out. Man can't
don't think"
-Then I will ignore you!
He drank the remaining wine and began to slowly
get dressed.
- "Where?"
- Well, if you are my Thought, then guess from three
times.
- “You won’t do this!”
“Try to stop me,” he chuckled maliciously.
He nodded and put on his shoes and went out into the street.
The coolness of the evening refreshed him. Deep
taking a breath of air, he slowly walked towards
large building with a neon sign.
- “Aren’t you disgusted yourself?”
- Fuck off.
- “Have pity on yourself, you’re ruining yourself.”
- I said: Fuck off and don't bother me.
- “You can’t wait”
Smiling at the waitress, He took a table and
He threw up two fingers. After a few
about two bottles of clear liquid
stood in front of him.
- “Listen. Let's have a good time"
-“Come on,” He said quietly, although this
caution was unnecessary, behind the roar
music one could speak normally.
- "Look around"
“Well,” He looked around the restaurant with a smile.
- "Look at them"
- I don’t see anything remarkable, - grunt-
He nodded and poured himself a glass.
- “No, no! These are people. They came here
celebrate your little celebrations. That's the one
a couple near the stage - apparently newlyweds
and celebrate their engagement. And then it's someone else's day
births, look how many people"
- Well, to hell with them, let them celebrate.
- “Wait, don’t drink! You don’t understand what I want-
tel tell you"
“I got it,” he drank vodka in one gulp and winced.
He, - This is my own thought.
- "In that case, you should be disgusted -
It’s clear that you come here like the last alcoholic
aholic. Everything is blooming around you, but you are separated...
yeah..."
“I’m pleased,” He smiled sarcastically
- "Disgusting!"
- Nice. Don't you know this?
- "You're deceiving yourself"
- And I like it. Is it bad when
I want to hang myself out of boredom, but I
Or I’m happy, I’m entertaining myself.
- "Utopia. You feel sorry for yourself"
“Fuck you,” He poured himself another drink.
WW: Psychedelic!
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WW: Somehow I became interested in UFO2 and was impressed
Niem created the fantasy “Two Generals”...
It's a mess of course, but there is something :)))
- I could! - Dar wiped the blue crimson from his helmet
ve Aquatoid, - Damn brainless... I could!
“He’s not here,” said a voice.Hans.
- What are you doing here?
- I examined my sector - it’s empty. Decided
help you.
“Thank you,” Dar snapped, “without you.”
we won't figure it out!
- Calm down, he and Nathan went down into the hold -
foxed I heard their conversation on the radio.
- Idiot... - The wind took off his helmet and...
put it on the deck, - That's it. Enough. Fought-
Xia.
“That’s right,” Hans followed Dar’s example and
took off his helmet. - Everything is clean here. Nava-
there was a couple of aquatos left somewhere in the hold
ids. Let the guys earn extra money.
“What are you talking about,” the Wind grinned, “for the sake of
did you come here for money?
- And for their sake too... And you don’t?
“Okay,” Dar waved his hand, “I’m sorry, I
so... Something is not in the mood today. Someone on-
knocked on the headquarters that he saw some rubbish on
little legs... They don’t give thermal shock, go-
They say: We need to try the thermal gun...
I've been competing with this bandura for the past week, but
the worm is not visible. Freaks... I'm sure everyone
this is nonsense. There's no crap on the little ones
legs." All have already been caught and re-examined.
pushed along and across...
“Who knows,” Hans said thoughtfully, “
I saw something like this. Looks like a bitch
legs... Although...
- Oooh and you too! Well, even if there is,
then what? I saw a lot of things too! Anyway
Until we find their bases, there will be no benefit from this
not enough. Remember how they chased Lobsters!
So? Rubbish with claws and nothing more! A
Now you can’t fight them off, they’ve come flying...
- Well, who knew that they had such a vendetta?
indo clans exist?
- Well, now until we kill everyone, we won’t be able to-
rest. Neither at their headquarters nor at ours... I
for Lobster - I got a General! Ay-ay-ay!
Thanks to the family headquarters! All the Generals are sitting
in state-owned apartments, with state-owned cars -
mi, money and wives. And we're here ass
we tar three times a week... General...
I don't give a damn about that, my dear Hans!
- Well... I'm also a General.
“I know,” Dar waved his hand, “I heard.” Well
so what? Is this something for you personally?
brought? Well, at least some benefit!
- Not yet, but in the future...
- What's in the future?! Zinc coffin - in
at worst, and at best.. I don’t even know. I
I don’t see any light at all. On my account
more than three million lies! Can you imagine?
I couldn’t even think about that kind of money before -
fantastic! And now I think that I don’t care about them
If I don’t see it, I’ll die.
- Do you have a family?
- Mother.
- Well... They won’t go to the military department anymore.
- At least this is consoling... Damn! And also zerbyte
demand... Goats! Where do I take him now?
winter? In the beginning, remember how many there were!
Each lousy boat has a container, like
minimum. And now how cut! Before him
I had to take care of it! Earlier! While it was
get lost! And not to sell for jewelry,
or what else?! Now how do you know
what kind of crap is this - all the brains are fucked!
“Okay, don’t be angry,” Hans took it off his shoulder.
destructor, - admire what I have today
wandered here.
- They stuck it in! -The Wind laughed, - Py-
they tried to load me with it, but I became a horn.
- No... - Hans laughed too, - I
I won't take a howitzer again. I'll rent it out today
to the warehouse, let it be stored in the Persian Gulf
They use anti-tank guns instead.
- Beast machine?
- That's not the right word. Today I'm out of it once
clung to the Lobster... Luckily I was on top
on her deck. Half of the cat was blown to pieces
timid. I thought we would drown to hell.
- Ah... I heard. Well, it would blow you - co-
would anyone care?
- Well, at least you...
- Hans... No need, - The wind turned away, -
I buried so many of these boys. No well-
ok...
- Sorry... - Hans looked at the black
hole in the hold, - For some reason they took a long time...
“We’re still alive,” Dar looked at the supervisor.
WW: It's crap, as it was said :))
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Oh, what a shame... And free memory is already...
And I just sold out, all the old discs are
what kind of bullshit did I get used to :))). That's enough though
to rave. And that's enough. I don’t even know
did you like my anniversary Marazm (I honestly
to say the least, I had a lot of fun digging
in the old days of his thoughts) or not, but his own
Basically, if you put your hand on one
place, then Marazm from the very first issue I
I wrote primarily for myself, and only then
om handed over to be torn apart by the crowd :)))
to this: “Dear WW, congratulations on your anniversary
the line number of the shittiest newspaper and
I wish to read the thirtieth, fortieth and evensuper-anniversary hundredth Marazm! Live, bear fruit
Come on, create!
Your secret admirer" :))))
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