Events - 8th of March.

 :##%##########: 8th of march :##########%##:  
                                                    
                                                    
 2 hours or minutes. quiet March night. Seryoga
I hurried home quickly.  Usually he's after
twelve tried not to go out, but
today, today is a special day. Today is March 8th and
he, he, whom the girls avoided and giggled
whispered behind his back, spent the most
wonderful evening in my life, today I had it
Lena.  Lena, he was crazy about her. Two days ago
ago he was riding on the subway and saw her, she was
beautiful, she enchanted, come to her,
“Let’s meet,” consciousness whispered.  no, he doesn't
maybe, he just couldn’t imagine how his friends
they approach girls completely unfamiliar to them and
strike up an unpretentious conversation. Seryoga was thinking
wondering how it would still be possible
speak.   The girl stood up, walked up to him and
touching his shoulder, she said, flashing mischievously
eyes.                                           
                                                    
 - hello. don't want to meet a crazy guy
      a girl?                                    
 "how simple" I thoughthe...                      
                                                    
 and today they spent the whole evening together,
just him and her. no, he won't forget this evening. yes,
at a brisk pace, immersed in his thoughts, he walked along
familiar streets.  Turning into the next alley he
noticed a company, three guys were standing against the wall, one
held a bottle of port in his hand, another one was already empty
stood nearby. Any other time he would have turned around
and walked down another street, but today, today he
I just didn't pay attention to them, sliding over them
with his gaze he returned to his thoughts, over and over again
replaying the events of this evening in my head.
From behind, tearing him out of his dreams, a whistle sounded, and then
stamping of feet.  He turned around. ran down the alley towards him
one of the company, two others, also walked leisurely
An unpleasant chill ran down his spine.        
                                                    
 - slow down. - the runner shouted.                 
    running up to him, he stopped, grinned and
he asked drunkenly, hiccupping.                                
    - Listen, fraer, you can’t treat me to a cigarette.         
    - I don’t smoke. - Seryoga said and turned around to
      go.                                        
 - I don’t understand, what a bitch! Where did you go, fag! He was sharply pulled by the shoulder and a powerful blow to the stomach
made him double over. friends who came up
the striker was advised.                             
                                                    
 - fuck him in the face.                             
    - finish it, come on with him quickly, and check the money
in your pockets, you still need to go to Natasha.                
                                                    
 Money, they need money. Clearing his throat Seryoga
tried to straighten up and reached into his pocket with his hand, “damn
take it off with this money, just to be there sooner
home, away from these assholes,” he thought.         
                                                    
 - where the goat!                                    
                                                    
 u another blow landed in the abdominal area.
A sharp pain flooded my consciousness, my vision went dark,
- “how cold” the consciousness noted with surprise.
cold steel came out of his stomach with a squelch,
Dark, almost black blood gushed out.           
                                                    
 - what the fuck did you do, you fucking cut him, he
same bitchwill bend now.                            
   - don't fuck around. He fucking reached for the knife, into his pocket.   
                                                    
 The killer squatted over the slumped Seryoga,
wiped the blood on his sleeve and began to rummage through his pockets. 
                                                    
 - Come on faster, - said one of his friends,
lighting a cigarette.                                
   - It would help better, but here it is. - the killer pulled out
pocket several pieces of paper - damn, bo rubles. -
he said, getting up and counting the pulled out
money.                                             
                                                    
 Out of anger, the killer kicked Seryoga, forcing him
curl up again in new attacks of pain.            
                                                    
 - Come on, fuck it, let's go.                       
                                                    
 the company, slowly moving away, disappeared into the darkness.
Seryoga was lying on the cold asphalt and bleeding,
There was deathly silence all around.  He tried
crawl away, but the strength flowed out along with the blood and made
After a couple of movements, Seryoga froze, clutching his wound with his hands.
Why?  For what?  no, there is no answer to these questions. Helay on the asphalt and thought and thought that he was still
I didn’t have time to do anything, it’s a shame.  such a day
spoiled he thought and immediately grinned at his
thoughts, what he is thinking about, nonsense. The pain is gone, it's like
flowed out of him, he was overcome by absolute indifference
to himself, he again remembered today. sorry,
after all, they could do something. thoughts
confused, confused, he tried to remember what he was talking about
I just thought and nothing worked out for him.
Consciousness was fading. He tried to grab onto the last
fragments of thoughts, but... there were no thoughts, His consciousness
it was empty.  cold glass eyes looked at
pale disk of the moon.                                  
                                                    
 fantom/Valentine
                                                    
                                                    
March 8.                      
                   (new version)                   
                                                    
                                                    
 2 hours eo minutes. quiet March night.  Seryoga
I was sitting on the couch at home. Usually he's after
I went to bed at twelve, but today, today
special day.  Today is March 8th, pay day, and
this means that he will spend the whole night watching TV,
looking through a new porno purchased during the day!
Seryoga was in a very good mood, because
the story with the stupid woman was still making itself felt,
fits of laughter!                                  
                                                    
 Two days ago he was riding on the subway and saw her,
she was wonderful! plump long legs... Huge
tits... Seryoga licked his lips, he was really hungry.
no, don’t look, my consciousness whispered. no, he's bigger
I can't stand it! He just couldn't imagine how
his friends can easily go without food all day
and looking at completely unfamiliar girls,
strike up a lustful conversation with them.              
                                                    
 Seryoga thought, wondering when
there will be a stop. The girl stood up, walked up to him and
touching his shoulder she said, wagging mischievously
ass:                                             
                                                    
 - hi dude!  can we have sex?! Just two
      bucks!                                        
                                                    
Cshouting: “I want to eat!!!”, Seryoga rushed to
exit. Stop!  my salvation! Jumping out of the subway
he rushed as fast as he could to the stall... devouring
products lasted several hours.                  
                                                    
                                                    
 so, immersed in the memories of two days
long ago, Sergei heard a muffled scream. Looking in
he saw the window, three guys who were kicking some
guy.   Call the police or something, Seryoga thought.
nope... It's your own fault, don't bother wandering around the streets
at night, I was probably on a date, all like that
charged with love, well, nothing out of it now
they'll knock the crap out!  Yes, that’s what he needs! And I've been around for a long time
porn is waiting, it's going to be a nice night, I'll jerk off
to your heart's content!                                            
                                                    
 - Hey, be quiet there! - Sergei shouted out the window and
pulled out his dick.                                  
                                                    
                                                    
 tnE EnD.                      
                                                    
 hobbit/Vladislav
 :##%##########: Supplement :##########%##:  
                                                    
                                                    
 when I was young I had a Spectrum 128. how
and every child I started playing games. after that
I got an Amstrad and also played games on
this computer.    I started in 2020
be interested in chip music because it
reminded me of the sounds of the games I played
then.   then I started writing chip tracks in
PC editors because I knew how to do it.
                                                    
 after that, I don’t know why, I became
be interested in the C=ch platform, and then write
C=ch music.  It gave me pleasure, but I
I always wanted to write music on the AY chip, because in
I heard it exactly when I was a child. between the sound of SID and
AY has a lot of differences, but I believe that writing AY
the music is much easier.  of course, SID has much
more features such as filters and various
signals, but I want to write music under AY, more than
under SID because I really love the sound
this chip!                                         
                                                    
Rolemusic (Cordoba/Spain)
                                                    
                                                    
 Today in the application you will find two tracks of this
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