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Karakul BRAIN
LITERARY AND ARTISTIC CONSTRUCTION
"MEZHLOKALNAYA Contraband"
(C) CORPORATION "Desert Time"
Yes, so here. Regarding the text. He, is precisely
fundamentally new literature age of Aquarius - toy-books.
Book-whistle. Multipolar psycho-mental constructor.
Play, please.
Well, I'll be careful here pumping all sorts of
multi-dimensionality. Such literary works should finally be
fixed only on the day of death of the physical body of their
author. Until this time their fate - from year to year in every
possible way to grow, grow stronger and modified. Om Ram!
CURVE STYLE
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Biscuit on the shelf is stored on the windowsill Vodytsya
melt.
Yes, just do not get up, not napitsya - I am tired ...
The windows of my house were covered with a curtain of dust
And forgotten - looks like my face
How to glow in the dark
And no one - neither a friend nor beast
In my unlocked door excitedly knocks
Neither the thief nor a tree nor a bird.
HRONOPROHODTSY
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Through the dirty storm sectarianism,
We are moving in your confusion
And lit it with difficulty,
Spring space
Ice jams!
Yes, so here. This feeling that I fell off three roofs at
once. Whether to refer it to you, my dear reader? ..
EARTH Empyrean
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Knocking at the window of a frozen St.
And requests and requests to put on the wait
And it presents the coveted brew
Pitcher of the crowded emptiness
And looks with hope to the earth's unearthly
And as if behind a mirrored wall
And mosques sighted and blind trail
And the snow is a continuous blanket
On the white fingers in the wind overnight
Hand or a bird in the window knocking
When I'm standing behind him?
That is, among other things, this text - and certainly the
current Chronicle of event streams. And my own and those - the
cultural, economic, political, social and asocial.
Planeta-RUSSIA
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Even before the birth I dreamed of this
Magical Power
Killed Poetry
Ekzisteniialnye strategy:
"The P & T U R L S U P R O F A T O V"
Hop! Turn off the disco!
Yes, so here. Words, this is what you do not trifles. This
substance serious. And yet (this is in fact a paradox!) Sly and
cheerful, like puppies.
Uleta CASTANEDA
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From the left logic of mystical delirium,
The eternal call of the universal absurdity
Flies in the sky overcast Castaneda
Tearing shoulder straps demiurge
A little distance away, skirting the cliffs,
Flies, flies through the sky wedge tired
And in the ranks there is a gap small
Perhaps this is the place for him ...
Stories:
One time, I remember sitting with Carlos Castaneda (it's one
of my close friend-enemy), we talk. I'll treat him a beer with
sour cream, cheese and ham. He - in a frock coat with a gold
Maltese cross buttonhole, I - in the home dressing-gown ...
But this is not the point.
I told him:
- Well, brother, Castaneda, how?
- Oh, - meets - all as a commercials ...
- Everything you write - I say - fool head. And God is not
afraid?
- I fear - is responsible.
- Well, and? - I say.
- Weak, - answers - nothing with myself I can not ...
So talking, we sat with him all night. And at dawn Dawn
Carlos - sour, dispirited - turned into a crow and flew to the
U.S..
"Too me, one" - I thought, looking at the watermelon seed
in the pulp of a new dawn.
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