On the issue of lamers and disassemblies

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From │ Alex Exler, 2:5020/443.1 (Friday June 20 1997 11:16)
To │ All
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* From : Alex Young, 2:5020/26 (19 Jun 97 05:03)
* To : Mikhail Zislis
* Subj : themselves asked for it
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Hello Mikhail!

Wednesday June 18 1997 13:13, Mikhail Zislis wrote to All:

MZ> Terrible uncle moderator
MZ> Covers echoes with all sorts of obscenities,
MZ> From him I saw in coffin
MZ> Pope Roman cross-star.

:-)

Smoke curls and dust flies over the keyboard broken by DUUM
Gray ashes stick to the sweet thick between the keys
This thick is vigorously kneaded by the stupid lamer's finger
Then he presses his pockmarked face to the protective screen
Then back into the keyboard with his nose he pokes, dropping the ashes
The penultimate cigarette, shuddering with zeal
He is in a hurry to tell the world at a fidosh conference
(he himself doesn’t know what kind of person he is, he’s a lamer, damn it!)
An anecdote from his personal life, the best and funniest,
He himself doesn’t remember it well, but his neighbor on his desk
Three years ago he laughed,(he is an expert in all sorts of jokes,
He laughs continuously, even at night he has fun -
At a tender age, the genius was bruised on the floor in the maternity hospital)
The stupid lamer kneads the keys diligently with a sticky finger,
Training the echo hubs, he sends his creation to the network...
It’s already getting brighter outside, and tossing is going on everywhere,
Fidish people are going to bed, because for now they don’t know
WHAT has been hanging around there for so long. Only the tired moderator
Catches air with his mouth open and his eyes glazed over
Looks at the monitor, unable to comprehend such impudence,
And his wife, waking up from her husband’s insane screams,
Validol carries to the poor fellow - he is crushed by the plus gun
He’s no longer breathing, having fallen from his chair. The howl of a siren breaks the chill of the dawn twilight, and with a bright blue flashing light
The moderator drives away from the rules and subjects...
But the moderator will return! He will bring with him a special
From the hospital, a plus gun (he collected it out of boredom,
They run away from it when they see cacodemons and imps)
And the stupid lamer will finally find out what a
Plus is a smoking cast iron, red-hot - in his tender butt! >:-E

Wow!

/Alex

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Hello, hello, hello!

Explep (by the way, this is not Alias, this is I have this last name).

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═════ Unfortunately, All! ═══════════ Thank you! ═════════════

:))))))))

═════ Всех благ! ══════════════════════════ Юpий ════════════

Hello, Yury!

Fri 14:26 20 Jun 1997 Yury Matveyev writes to All:

YM> Area │ HUMOR.FILTERED

YM> Smoke curls and dust flies over the broken DUUM keyboard

Offtopic.

Best wishes! Michael KLUG