Masterpieces of literary creativity - page 8
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Stumbled into the room and sat down.
And out of the bathroom
"Like the princess of Shamakhi
"And like a Shamakhian princess.
The lawful wife entered.
In her looming dressing gown,
Slender, firm, young.
Beautiful and devilishly handsome, by the way,
Clean as a mountain river.
The husband said, sighing faintly
At the sight of his own wife:
If you were a stranger's woman-
You'd be worthless!
The last thing I remember from that day was the last thing I remember.
The last thing I remember that day,
was the black disc of a cast-iron frying pan.
I'll buy a raccoon coat
And wear it proudly
Even if others vomit!
I'll buy a car for a hundred thousand
A shiny red car
And all those who've overtaken me before
I'll get the bitches for it!
I'll also buy myself a boat
A hundred and seventy meters long
It'll have fourteen rooms
And a huge diesel engine. With a chimney.
All the photographers in the world
They'll be dead in one day
My thirty thousand euro camera
The cause of that loss
I'll eat rolls and sushi
Of the fanciest fish
And from the tip the waiters
¶ I'll have a smile on my face ¶
¶ I'll be jumping for joy ¶
♪ And maybe even somersault ♪
When I get a raise...
I'll just have to wait for that.
On the altar of the Net, as on the slaughter,
I timidly laid my first verse
And sat by the monitor waiting
For reviews, constructive and otherwise.
I sat, like a statue, at the screen,
And I stood frozen in front of the screen, losing track of the minutes and hours,
And the first review (from Turkmenistan)
Comes at last: "Say it again!
What can I say?! Not Russian - he's not Russian!...
The family of brotherly republics!
- Hello, handsome. How are things in Beaverton?
Suddenly I'm getting a strange response.
Actually, I'm from Tel Aviv,
which is so far from Beaverton.
And let's just say I'm not that good-looking,
Although I am a good-looking guy.
On the monitor I see the review again,
A cheerful smiley face sends me a heartfelt message.
Marina K. From the city of Tambov
With a brief remark: - Hafftar zhjot!
Why I'm on fire - still need to figure it out,
And do I have the slightest chance...?
Suddenly I get a good review: "Drink yadda, afftar!
I get it, and I go into a trance.
Slang of the Internet learned in the morning,
I send a greeting to Marina K.
-"Learn Albanian," I told her wisely.
If you don't know the Russian language.
Poems by Vladimir (nickname: MetaDriver):
To meet and merge
♪ must die ♪
To meet and come true
*** to grow up ***
♪ but it's just the way it is ♪ ♪ we're alive ♪
And we're very young
And naive and snotty
And we don't like the darkness
We love money and health
♪ dancing till dawn ♪
And can't stand the blood
♪ and filth and love ♪
To meet and merge
♪ You need a hayloft ♪
♪ To hide and flee ♪
We need a carnival
To sleep and fall in love
- sandcastles
To meet and come true
we need a longing
***
One said: "Love is Life!"
The other added: "Love is Free!"
And the third looked at them with love
And said: "Love is Death!"
One said: "Love is Joy!"
The other added: "Love is Light!"
And the third said: "You're both right,
I'm just a little blind..."
And the first said: "If you don't know, don't bother!"
The other one said: "Asshole!"
And the third smiled at them with an embarrassed smile
and simply said, "Fact."
And everyone was silent. And it was quiet,
♪ Only the birds were screaming in the distance ♪
♪ And the sun shone very bright ♪
For the glory of Big Love.
And everyone was right, because in life
♪ There's probably no one wrong ♪
And only the sun was painfully blinding
For the glory of the old triumphs
And later, a little while later, the same three
Sigh and go home
And the sunset poured with blood
Shone to the clouds...
***
There was an Uncle Lao Tsits
He bowed down before the truth.
He believed in the truth and slept with the truth.
He stuck his long nose in it...
(;
Lao Tzu was devoted to the truth
Truth without borders
"Through the borders he rode dashingly
♪ On the border at night ♪
(;
♪ The outposts sleep at night ♪
You can sneak in and out
Border guards are silent
Quietly in their dreams they moo
(;
They dream of fate's answers
They dream of wives and cutlets
At this time Lao Tsits
♪ Loves the truth without boundaries ♪
(;
♪ Won't wake up till dawn ♪
We know that, of course.
So it's okay for Tsitsu to ride
Without embarrassment across the border
(;
That's the way the Tsytsu likes it at night
♪ The truth without boundaries ♪
But in the daytime he's got a straight face
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As R. Bach said, it is difficult to find kindred spirits under one roof.
All the more so in a forum. Go away! )))
As R. Bach said - it's hard to find kindred spirits under one roof.
Much less in a forum. Go away! )))
Come on, Peter, I really don't give a shit anymore. Pretty much. What can I do - people will always try to make an icon of and what in the right context was the message. Hasn't the "fuss over thechanalysis" taught you that?
The whole lingering anecdote can, in theory, be taken as a meaningful message too. You just have to look it up from the right context. Hee.
Come on, Peter, I really don't give a shit anymore. Well, almost. What can I do - people will always try to make an icon of what in the right context was the message. Didn't the "fuss over thechanalysis" teach you that?
The whole protracted anecdote could, in theory, be taken as a meaningful message too. You just have to look it up from the right context. Hee.
It's been a long bloody journey! TA, whatever. FA, gross.
Well yes, it's hard to argue. It is.
I'll tell you what, I'll listen to what people are saying. Maybe I'll have some enlightenment!
Hurry up and listen - it will soon be over and it will be business as usual.