Release of Sounds Part III

Ooty Paths: 3

Analyze the skin * shnye

Crazy black rhyme
***
Bunny jumps without a paw,
and Chanterelle without a tail, they
sewed slippers from a hedgehog,
bending a swallow from a bridge ..

You lie in a bloody bath,
and do not breathe like a whale, the
zebras all died in the savannah, the
penguin was killed by lions ..

Only the worms did not fall asleep,
they eat the rotten corpse,
people ate his nerves by
inserting a screw into his head ..

I stand, play crazy,
my knife is sharp as a diamond,
someone is waiting for you and quietly, the
blade will thrust into the eyes ..
** *

What does nonsense mean ...))

***

Mafia 2

We waited for her for so long,
We defended her so much,
To everyone who was not with us "for",
We would tear out our eyes.

Videos and interviews,
Sites, searches, previews
We read, barely breathing,
You were so good

In our thoughts and dreams,
Not a game, but just Ah!
We were promised so much, they
gave the choice of room:

They say, there are three families to choose from, You
decide for yourself who are yours.
Three families, three endings-
Look in the interview.

They promised to take us for a ride
In the subway, buses, taxis,
But how do we get there?
Ask the developers.
And Vito still walks on foot,
if he does not steal the car.

They said about pedestrians:
"They will not walk stupidly,"
But they all walked stupidly,
It is not difficult to trace it.

The watchful eye of the cops
Notice everything around-
Splinters of smashed windows
And the body is all crumpled all of a sudden.

But the police are blind-
You drive to the red light, Overtaking
their car,
Zero attention they. They

promised us a killer plot
And the Czechs, I believe, created
(We still killed many),
But they rewrote everything in a hurry.

About the details, that's not a lie,
Better you can hardly find.
Let them look, they won't find,
Envy, Hollywood.

The main story has passed,
but there are no side missions,
No one will enter the chapters -
Continuation will be lost.
Or play until the end,
Or say Goodbye to the game.

I remember again the plot-
Feeling will leave, because, hardly,
That instead of tasty sweets for us,
They only gave wrappers.


***
***

_Illusion_
Good verse =)
Tell me, good sir
Why am I alone in this world?
Why should I walk around the world?
After all, my courage will not be praised!
Why did you curse me, O Gods?
Now I can’t find my way ...
I’m driving from everywhere,
But I’m invincible!
My treacherous spirit is not broken I
am not afraid of your languid voice
I will go, though alone.
My time will come soon ...

*******

I will dream you at night.
You will wake up in sweat.
No matter how many miles are between us,
But in your dream I will come anyway.

I will sit in you with a thorn that
you cannot reach.
In hot summer and severe frost
You cannot run away from me.

In the spring I will spill like a blue river
Or I will become a rock on the way,
I will be a long path to infinity.
You cannot get around me.

You will see in all my faces,
You will compare all of them with me,
How much heart will beat in your chest,
You will see only my image.

No
matter how much you fight with me, I will still get into your brain,
Like a sprout that made its way in the spring,
How, over the years, sclerosis into the vessels.

And you cannot offend me,
I will always be in your heart.
You can love or hate,
But forget - never, never.

*********************

Associations: stone processing workshop, sawmill, parking lot.

07/13/11 10:15 am - this is just a pretty scary poem in terms of images, I hope it is not too sincere D:

No
matter how much you fight with me, I will still make my way into your brain,
Like a sprout that broke through in the spring,
How, with over the years, sclerosis into the vessels.
hellish

It is necessary to come here more often at night, under the gloomy ambient it rushes well.

Maybe it will be clearer this way:
***

I still dream of you at night, I
wake up and tremble,
No matter how many miles between us,
But you will come to my dream anyway.

You stuck in me, like a splinter,
That I just can't get it,
Hot summer and severe frost
I can't escape from you.

You spilled in the spring like a blue river,
Became a rock on my way suddenly,
You wind a long path into infinity,
I can't get around in any way.

Again I see you in all faces,
I will compare them in dreams only with you,
How much heart will beat in my chest,
I will see only your image.

No matter how much I fought with you
All the same, you made your way into my brain,
Like grass that will break through in the spring,
As, over the years, sclerosis into the vessels.

I'm not trying to offend you,
In my thoughts you will always be,
I can love or hate,
But forget - never, never.

****

We'll read it at night, I promise. I just downloaded the darkest drone ambient from Yen Pox, it will be amtospheric.

About the mafia was digested without kelp.

Terrible dreams) One moment ....

It seemed like it was my house
Only things are all upside down
At the table we are sitting in the living room A
guest in front of me with a sour expression
He is dressed in a rumpled suit The
look is desperately indistinct
What he told me I do not remember
What did he prove to me
But from the words of those salted goosebumps running down the back
Until the end of his hearing I began to chase the guest
away But where the entrance door got to not get there
A pribluda looks askance and everything grins like a wolf
How he has changed dramatically I can’t understand my
fangs, bared hair on the withers, enraged
He rushes with a whole flock of deadly black arrows
I run - but here's the task - my legs seem to be not mine
Thank God here is the window, it somehow broke it.
The feeling of falling, a couple of images and light ...
Now I am sitting in the kitchen in the blue smoke of cigarettes.

Oleg Ladyzhensky.
Mail to Russian friend.

Today it's cold, and the house is badly heated,
Only vodka and save yourself, however.
I don’t know, Kostya, how you’re in Europe,
And here in Europe you freeze like a dog.

Come, we will roll alcohol without a snack
And we will feel richer than Croesus -
If it fell to the Jews to drink in Russian,
Then it does not matter already, baptized or circumcised.

I sit at the monitor. A warm sweater,
like bedbugs, bites the neck,
Dreams about aquavita are teeming in my head -
Just think about it, and it immediately prettier.

Outside the window, in the snow of the empire, wreckage, A
wandering dog brands them with yellow urine,
You know, Kostya, since we are sitting on the very edge, It
would be better in pants than a bare ass.

And more decent, and not so anus suffers,
And the neighbors-bastards are tired of gossiping.
I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay here - the
world has already been trampled to its holes.

Close to blizzard - far from Kali-yuga.
As the old horseradish at the restaurant told me:
"All Jews and governors are thieves!"
The look, of course, is very barbaric and strange.

Was in a brothel. I thought I wouldn't get up laughing.
House of Tolerance of the Internet Age.
The one for the getter, this one for the geisha, or for the prostitute ... I
ordered a simple bl * db - they said no.

We will live yet. And there and to cut the oak
Will, in essence, do not mind. Maybe
Life will roll off unexpectedly and rudely -
Everything is more pleasant than rotting with a stinking old man.

Let's sit somewhere between Styx and Cocytus,
On a newspaper, bacon, bread, a bottle of vodka,
And we will remember those who are alive: they say, do not ssy there!
We'll all be here. We will settle down, send pictures.

The coldness of the glass braids with lace.
Blowing through the gap. As always, I forgot to tape it.
In the old square, February is going through
And, hunched over, rushes along the alley.

Chinese calendar with fishes. Sardines
Or sprats - hunt to eat, that's my dream.
The windowsill is white. White curtains.
I am in the chair. I can also be angry, but less often.

Interestingly the guy expounds the topic
And the words are like a rose from a beer bottle
It seems to be simple and ordinary
And at the stroke of thought - beware of utyrka!

TO WINE
Oh how wonderful you are on a fine day
After fruitful work on the evening
Oh how wonderful you are on a not good day
In the morning before the work is difficult.

Your taste intoxicates the mind.
Feelings boil like a wave
Divine warmth in your chest burns
In distant lands you have taken away sadness.

No, in the world there is more, a wise drink,
Able to reveal the truth of life,
Giving cheerfulness to cheerfulness, hide the blues.
After all, the truth is simple, it is in wine.

TO BEER (banter, parody)

Oh, how wonderful you are in the fine morning
When you are with a twisted mug
Through the apartment like a zombie twisted
With half-smokers you knock out tobacco
After fruitful work over the evening
To provide a start for vodka
Oh how wonderful you are on a bad day
When you don't go to the sea You can
The last day on vacation is messy
When your thoughts are like porridge

Your taste stupefies your mind
If you pour a liter into yourself to the point Feelings boil
like a wave
After all, the road to the toilet is 100 measures equal to
Divine warmth in your chest is burning
When fuckers get soup from you
To distant lands sadness you sidetracked
Hey, ma'am, emae! Che dancing alone!

No, in the world there is more, a wise drink
Kohl September is in the yard and there is a discount for the one
capable of life to reveal the truth
But the cops can take it and close it for a day

After all, the truth is simple, it is only in beer,
Only in what kind, I don’t understand nichrome

Pilat.
))))) Aptly

***
TO VODKA

Oh how beautiful you are at any time,
When dreams oppress and pull like a burden.
Neither beer nor wine is good enough,
Hilny a glass of everything, in paradise to find yourself.

***
EVENING

I love to wander in the evenings,
When the heat has subsided,
And the sun, saying goodbye to us,
sends us the last ray.

In the crimson glow the sunset
And the singing of the birds subsides,
Violets delicate aroma
Slightly audible in the air soars.

And the velvet of the sky is getting darker,
In it the evening lights up the stars,
And the month, like a crumb of bread, Blazes with
cold light.

And the silence rings in my ears
The wind does not stir the foliage,
Only in the grove the nightingale does not sleep- Calls
his beloved.

*******

_Illusion_
* bows ringing bells on his hat) *

******* Hastily
wrote

_Moral and evil_

Oh ladies and gentlemen!
Think about people
AND about yourself ..
Can you feel it?
This anger, this fear ...
No? This is decadence!
This anger .. This fear ..
You only have to get high!
We sit and drink wine ..
And outside the window evil is done ..
Someone is being killed there ..
Well, someone is helping .. To kill !
I scream you calm down!
Who are you anyway?
He's a man too!
Maybe he is a scientist ..
Or maybe just an alcoholic ..
But this is not a toy for you!
It's a man!
This is my moral ...
Be good. Be human!
Or just shoot yourself ..