"Uнтерву блюю"
"Стул и Сифон свистели в трубу..."
Где с - это Стул 3)
и -Siphon.
s: Why are you so eager to squeak with me?
and: Perdolite, I understood it like a camel! Only I'm afraid of you.
s: Hooooo, a coke! If you are so afraid, then what is your position about
the impending end of the world?
and: Positive, because I am the second Jesus Christ!
s: What the fuck is this?
and: And about five years ago, the local narcs blew out the electric train pioneer.
I then fell unconscious. Then he woke up and left (without
goodbye). He climbed into the trolley bus, and there he fell again “without his head” - from
heat. The doctor told me more than once that I have some kind of fever
syndrome. Well, I lay there for about three minutes. And visited God.
He then said something like:
- I drew you
Teach to love people
each other. (without taking off clothes)
I didn’t take it seriously then, and I still don’t. Psst!
s: Well, you’re not going to be crazy... Aka Jesus! Let's get something for
Heal the music, wonder to the people who admire it...
and: Ugh, no, not a minute! Music for me has now fallen to the bottom,
in terms of Rams, almost to the basement...
s: Probably this is the return from sabotage in Moscow, the war in Chechnya and
Dagestan?
and: Well, well, well, that’s it.
s: Heeeee bro, it’s funny how you ramble!
and: Well, you’re not a bovo either. Generally speaking, your newspaper
They will lose their admirers after our “bazaar about nothing.”
juice. We will steer for God. You kind of farted something about me
9.9.999 What,like, was this the stupidest day?
and: Yes, here’s a good poll. It was a really stupid day, because...
God visited me at the end of August. I was under hash harry and under
wine too. I passed out briefly on the balcony. (balcony - we have
Imel's favorite place for chalev in the summer. I have a balcony at home!)
Soon Imel returned me with slaps on my necks. Me, coming to my senses
he was buzzing that September 9th would be a stupid day. Yes, yes, yes.
Chechens blew up a 9-story building in Moscow City (Street
Guryanov). In general, I have been worshiping the numbers 9 and 3 for a long time. They carry
there is something strange about yourself. Back in Psekoz-2 I asked people to
they called me on 9/9/999 and told me that I was a fool! But the day
it was really stupid - no one called me...
That's it.
s: Apparently they themselves are fools who didn’t call you. Jokingly speaking.
What is this concept of Drama-13?
and: Drama-13 I call works embodied by the author with
feeling of one's own misfortune. Drama-13 is a drama in which
fools play. She doesn't have any fans. Also exactly Drama-13 I
I call it creative crisis. Ala decline. And if any project
initially carries the idea of misfortune, then later the same
The project itself is being tested in public. I suffered the same thing on occasion
stage, subconsciously carrying the idea that - not to give
the public what it needs. In a word - harm!
s: Eesh, you’re harmfulwhat... How did you manage to endure
public hostility?
and: And then I was under hash. I was then in a position to harm my good-bye
piplu. Besides, I was the last one on stage in the morning,
at five o'clock. There were already few people. And the only one who
presently almost burst from hatred of me and my music -
This is the pot-bellied uncle guard! The people apparently were not waiting
some relaxation like art-core, dnb, or calm
It's funny. Well, I feel something about Rams for the music. And I don't make music
I love it! She's pissing me! And in general, let's be like "suckers of the Sinclairists" oh
something release and rulesist. This is not an example, I’ll ask you
What prompted you to create the newspaper "Psekoz" and why?
the name is not-not aka stupid?
s: Holy crap! I didn't expect such a sharp turn from you by the Rams.
I’ll answer simply, I tried to stick the name so that I
...although no, I probably won’t talk about Psekose - it breaks something...
and: Yes, I would have called her: “No chicks” or “Prihodz”, or something like that
in general "On your mind!" I don't give a fuck. And I don’t mind the newspaper, on the contrary -
she's rushing me! And to sort out the names - I love it! Not in
example (without thinking or rolling cotton wool) let’s take Triumph for example. What
is this for the name? X-RAIZOR probably thought about it for a long time. Even
Lord? And then he made a mess of his project. And I mean, it’s better
do not look for names in some scientific and generally accepted sources.
Insidiouslyand it’s gratifying to extract names from everyday life. A Triumph ala
3MF could have been called somewhat differently: “Dwumph” or something like that
"Three minds" - for the mind. In general, ironically call the group simply and
clearly - "Group"! Ala Group-Dream-Team-inc.soft /Makerz team/
Russian vip/ nu russians cru... with cola!
s: Yes, by cola, not by cola, by cacacole-la-lu. I don't give a fuck.
I have my own shoulders over my head. Yes?!
and: You put a dick on your head, you don’t have one anyway!
Moreover, acting with your head is already relevant, or even -
don't crow!
s: You fucking fucked up! Like an old lady with croaks... And
let's talk about something interesting. What's the matter
tale-sleep-laying, what did you tell the homeless person (in the passage)
write something for PSEKO3. That day you tripped over the security guard
piglets?
and: Yes, the night in nature was great! It's all your friend's fault
(T-ReX) with his 9 liters of beer for three (the numbers are goddamn!) yes
the beginning of the school year... Where it all began. And when we
dispersed (at 9 o'clock - "fucking number"), I went into the tent
I took a beer - nine (a fucking man's number). I got into the carrier and drove off
(for twenty - a smooth figure!). Got out in the center. Got along with a homeless person.
He gave him something to drink, fed, and healed for his life. Later, they came to him
(like visiting) some children with two aunts, ala the other way around. And them
I also gave them something to drink... but I didn’t feed them - I soon ran away!
Meansran out. Caught up with some two gops (a little
dates), although he himself was generally like a flower. I shout out: - Brothers,
where are you going? Bera's answer: - We don't fuck around the house! In short, I walked with
- he chatted with them, drinking beer and smoking a cigarette. Not life either
happy! I crawled to the club "PIGS" - nothing! Almost no security
let me in. Crawled there. Again he puffed himself up with beer - a nine. Security
made two comments and said that after the third - I
kicked out. And so it was. Lost in the dancing field, I began
rage and yell - Techno, techno, give it! The guard came up
He said he was kicking. And I hate clubs for their restrictions
behavior, I shout yelling: - Your club is fucking, the music is fucking, and all of you
fucking devils! Security immediately hit me in the chest, and I again defended myself: -
Ew, fucking nits! Security is on my kidneys and neck. I already
bending over in pain:
- Come on, why are you guys so harsh? I'm not angry. Fucking
suckers! And I immediately catch blows to the cheeks, legs, and pelvis. In general
flew out in two counts, like a peeling Vasya, along with a decent
coat from a fucking club. And immediately at the entrance he began to shout to the public: -
This fucking club, don't go! Security immediately from behind bars: - You,
fucking cunt, go get some sleep!
So I went... Along Lenin Avenue, I walked and walked, yelling that everything was fucked.
Later he stood in the middle of the road, started pissing and yelling - Hey, trash
fucking, where are the suckers hiding!? And immediately he pulled up from behindmy
my favorite car, bobon, without a “b”, took me to the sober house. There
They held me, took my money, and let me go. I'm like a sucker svl
trolibass. The fare is already two rubles, and I only have 1 (garbage
left with 100) The conductor is a good-natured guy: - Where do you need to go, can I take you?
I yell: - Cinema theater is in trouble. It turned out that I was driving in the wrong direction
(at AMZ). The whole troll was confused. Me too. Then I went out
moved where necessary. Huddled there in a corner from the cold, and
so as not to infuriate the gonductor. Well, in general it’s not a big deal, but I got to
favorite crib and went to bed.
s: Ufff! Huh! I'm just tired of scratching everything you give me
now it's creaking. It’s not just that you answered my question, but your
cool! At least the readers will have something to honor... Came to us here
message from Perm. Half of Perm is running through a herd of mammoths (in
jungle) through your music koz-hoz..ala music written in
128kb Zx-Spectrum+disk drive. Oh yes, yes, yes, there’s also a power supply for it
and cords...
and: And also floppy disks and literature, right?!
s: YES, plus, on top of that, free training to work on this
minimal computer... They will teach you programs such as:
ALASM, SPECTROFON, PANAMA JOE, RTX, etc...
and: Yes, yes, and you forgot about the famous most powerful music editor for
speci - "WHAM". Its authors probably meant the word “you” by
auspices - we give it to you!!!
s: Oh yes, yes, yes, and with this, we’ll probably finish ourInterv-vomit.
and: Guys, I love you ala love, blue-blue, aka love-love!
Honor Pseko3!
s: Yes-sew Pseko3-yes...
and: In general - PEACE DA!
13.9.999.
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