New Year especially for single
Plan the celebration for those who are forgotten at home
Nastiku Gryzunova - with love and everything else
Throw, throw me one.
For three days watching falsely and whispering in the
corners. I had planned a lot of things to do: put the door flat
on the staircase area where there are only neighbors and the
cats and did not mind, time bomb. Or put to sleep all opoit
kakoynibud an abomination, and that they stood up in the
morning and realized that I - feasting, though one, but they
slept through everything, as the last pig. Or even go horse and
poison the city water reservoir to the whole city all night
vomit, vomit, vomit - and I sat in the only across Moscow and
clean apartment with nevonyuchey bottle of champagne. Then they
would remember this night, I thought I. But I will not do
anything. Let the throw. I will survive.
Demos gives New Year's Eve free daylap. Writing pads. Give
paws for good luck, Demos, me. I spent the night on the web. If
the morning We're all gonna die, I die nepyany and lonely,
which is of course a shame, - But the blame for something I
will not. I spend the night, thinking about it, expecting It.
With regard to these scoundrels - let them go. I do not need
their company - I have IRC.
I sit down at the modem and I note the New Year better than
anyone. I was a plan of action, I will not get bored. When they
crawl home in the morning and will be with repolarization barf,
barf, barf - I'll sleep the sleep of a fortunate, who met
creatively new millennium. Eternal or not eternal - depends on
it.
You are thrown close on New Year's Night, abandoned
smyvshimisya friends, nasty own neighbors, abandoned
my friends for their parents - I am addressing you. You do not
alone, I too have this, I also have nothing but the modem, I
also do not need anyone but paid monthly ISP.
Access the web on Efnet, the channel # miserabl. I'll be there.
I enjoyed life in the New Year's Night on the full program,
spiritually and physically, and in the morning I will be proud
of and that will be remember. Here's my plan. For me, mizerabli.
1. I will start at 8 o'clock, when they all run away to
tiptoe out home, while I pretend that dress in brown
shirt and brown pants. Once they leave, I reached into my
refrigerator. The whole night will have to drink the brine, but
should drink whole. Pour the can - when they return in the
morning, drunk out of refrigerator and oversleep, I have to
honestly look into their eyes and say: well rassolchik
something I drank! Otherwise you will not.
A jar of pickle I umeschu the right of the monitor. Second,
too three-liter, but empty, I put it under the table. Air
Freshener raised on a bookshelf. Before you put a glass. Well,
that brine is not a snack, desk space is not at all. But
Now you can break away from the celebration of the night.
2. First you have to do. If this will be the last night, I
should leave something to those who will spare it. I decided a
long time, what to do. Solved - now. I have the latest images
New Year's Eve, and someday it will expose the mysterious
surviving Gelman gallery for armored glass, with the caption:
"Unknown author. Moscow, 31 December 1999. Pentium-II
233, Windows 98, Paint ". I'll get all the details here: these
dudes taken care of everything. I have images of human tragedy
thrown. I hidebound tree, and angels do not sing here, and do
not fall snowflakes, and only the comet, the sign of future
troubles and disappointments, flies, like plywood, at me. Crap
your stinking Santa Claus no Santa Claus does not exist. Tail
him and hoofs, and he - One temptation. Does not his face is
seen due to fog my window? Does not it makes me regret that I'm
sitting here alone, but they're all his nasty muddy unclean
herd their rylami pure champagne? And here I lie, all
forgotten, in a viscous puddle red-blood red ... However, all
this pose. I, of course, anyway. I'll meet the New Year better
than anyone.
3. (To drink the brine and urinate in an empty jar). This
should bring relief - in a sense, the creation of a masterpiece
relief I ought to bring. About her to this moment I still think
I will not, her watch will begin at 11. Until then, all must
find time in the first place - The memory of posterity. When
the masterpiece is finished, we can assume accomplished my
mission towards humanity. It's time to be stop thinking about
all and think about the most intimate. At first I thought to
call and congratulate everybody on the phonebook, including
classmates and fellow students. Especially women. Especially
those bitches with the prom, a pink and sea green, with port.
But then I realized - first, they are all shit, will celebrate
at this time of New Year's Eve, and, most likely in one and the
same place, giggling at my address while I'm sitting here and
thrown well to note a memorable date.
In addition, even if I had to get through to someone, then
for him it would be a joy, a New Year gift - heard in the midst
of lunches for the old familiar voice. A gift to them, I do not
I want anyone, regardless of color. It's not that, having
Do I have a good New Year's Eve - I spend it well. But they
all abandoned me - so wish me evil. What here presents.
So I decided just to congratulate all the soap, but thoroughly,
so as to make this day special. Prepared in advance and
found two good web site. On one is written that there is a virus
Babylonia, worse than AIDS, cut one 01.01.2000, ie
appropriate night. She, she, the Great and Terrible. But I do
not go ride the music of the goat and shove firecrackers in his
ears drunk companions, and then pull the rope and singing - I
alone and got valuable information. Maybe it will save me
life, I do not know yet how. So, I'll send them all ssylochku,
but they somehow read only slept through (those who will live).
That's when they weep, but too late. I am also a text
accompanied by: Dear friend! I congratulate you happy New Year.
I hope that you are his said well, in a fun, friendly company.
I hope that death will be easy. P.S. While you were walking, I
went to the vaccine. Once again, congratulations. Your Vasya.
That is very correct: no Schadenfreude, no hard feelings, that
I immediately threw this rotting creature. Simple: a useful and
important information as a gift for the holiday. AND notice -
about me supposedly not bospokoysya, attendance to each other,
Do not lose time. To my mind, honestly. Scored, by the way, in
a browser random "http://www.babylonia.com/". Scary place.
Nothing, just a picture hanging: online per translation
service. Type, under construction, but you wait. My hair stood
on end. What is this virus will do, if they prepare it
broadcast? But after a couple of days realized: my mind is not
the case, it is It is all she knows better.
4. Now he thought: a gift will be small. Should send
congratulations. Been looking for something original. Virtual
postcards darkness, but not, except, perhaps, here and now this
this.
Finally found it. Looked.
Realized that hell can be found on the ground. Filled in the
order:
Name: Friend. Appeal to: You. Details: He left me in
alone in the New Year's Eve. Poems: standard (3-5
quatrains). What is the style: at first wanted to pick "in the
romantic, "then changed his mind and chose:" in a different
style. " Wrote in the line: "in the indictment." Want to
address: the road other. How to sign a poem: all elementary
Vasya. Date: 01/01/2000. Special requests for poetry: that he
should remember them for a long time. 5. Found only that the
virus is Babylon - a computer. It will be necessary search of
man. In an extreme case - just send to all.
6. No more confused banks. The taste is almost
indistinguishable, but dignity suffers.
7. After you take care of others, we can take care of
about yourself. Decided to call the Snow Maiden. I wonder if
they let go to customers without a Santa Claus. Probably not,
they are few, and the like I have millions. It can not be that
I just throw one. Lack of site photos Snow Maidens me did not
immediately liked it, but probably closer to the holiday
situation determined. In extreme cases, will probably be like
this: or ugly Maiden come alone or come bearable, but with
Santa. There written: Santa Claus is always in absolute form.
Sounds scary. Do not know what they mean. Promise to an
individual approach to children depending on age, temperament,
etc. I and etc. not such that it was necessary to individually.
Face it. Another wrote: Good actors. Beautiful costumes. I would
of course, prefer the opposite. But that face it.
By the way, found a brilliant verse:
Do good people lit bright Christmas tree, have good people
behind table and the warmth and light, bad people have already
eaten gray wolves and wolf tracks those New Year's snowstorm
covered with snow. They have mouths yes to God's ears. But the
gift is still dispersed.
8. Advance will order the fireworks and fancy dress (not
brown, and the present). Snow White meets in it, and immediately
look into the eyes of Santa Claus. Here is just a look.
9. Then, when they leave, I will myself to guess at the
mirrors. Sit down with shaving set backs to the door wardrobe,
light a candle and all know. Maybe because I see her face,
maybe she was my bride is. They're writing - to remove dogs,
cats, birds and outsiders. From strangers in my room there are
only ants, some fastidious do not go, they say - stinks.
Ants here does not stink! I will not chase them. If I'm in the
mirror meet again man - hence, so be it, so that my
Friday dream, it's not embarrassing nightmare, and who teaches
voice subconscious. And then wonder New Year's Eve.
10. Before her arrival all away. Turn off the TV,
refrigerator, heating, electricity, gas. Left on a
computer. Exit Windows and boot into Linux. Leave on
the outer door a note: "Dear rescuers! Electricity
off. The corpse of a desktop. Please come! "
11. Run xclock on the screen, watch and wait. In exactly
00:00:05 to understand that she has not occurred. Get up from
the table, turn on the lights, refrigerator, heating,
telephone, gas. Empty jar from the brine to throw in the
garbage, put in a full refrigerator. Remove the costume. Spit
at the TV. Exit from the channel, of chat, from the site. Turn
off the computer.
12. Go to bed and die happy.
Abandoned, alone, those in the New Year will be one before
cool screen! Here's my plan, I give it to you. I know - no one
of you now will not withdraw, but the 31-th, when you get in
living in a wacky costume with the cry: "Here I am!" - And
discover that your apartment is empty and the window was the
last time flashing lights fleeing taxi with someone you're up
to this night considered "their" - go to Network on Efnet, the
channel # Miserabl. This will be our night.
