I'm not hitting my stride today
It's been over two years since I've hit my stride.
I don't have enough of my waggishness.
And I'm surrounded by villagers and villanelles.
I'm talking about a state of mind,
but they're ready to stand up for what's right.
Step aside, imposingness is an innate quality.
it cannot be taken away or appropriated.
Yes, but it can be easily lost,
if you are surrounded by rude demoniacs.
They were dressed cleanly by Chinese consumer goods.
Falstaff, you've done well, your recruits look better now.
Imposing is a state of mind - a characteristic gait.
How dare you!? prostitutes walk along the neighboring street.
Did you decide based on your gait? This is imposing, I'm a decent woman,
I just love walking along the boulevard.
Did you think my heels were too high?
You see now that I’m wearing sneakers?
Yes, imposingness cannot be acquired,
you can only lose
This is a special gloss.
Someone please take away this devilish orchestra, please.
No one can move normally to this music.
But you, villager, don’t complain, you danced like a puppet before,
You even like this wild music. Rural revelry, fucking with dancing?
Is not it? Well, of course, this is a drive for you.
He said arrogantly and arrogantly:
- And now you can enter the royal house.
I asked if he was a butler.
And he immediately ran away.
Yes, dear Hatter,
it had a pocket for a pocket watch and long ears.
Do you hear, Hatter, he had a pocket,
to put a pocket watch on a chain in it.
It's strange, he didn't have any. But it's devilishly calculating
precaution - sew pockets in advance.
he was a rabbit and ran into a hole.
Would you like us to sew a pocket for you for something you don’t have?
What would you like?
Time to drink tea? No, you already have this pocket.
We will sew it on the hidden side of the lining.
Yeah his name was "Cum on My Smiling Face"
Moreover, the performer had this face,
like the Neanderthal orangutan from the cave with a club.
But people bought his CDs,
mainly for home use.
They liked him more than sweet idols, that's a mystery.
This is an anthropological study.
“Drilling” into the mind, memory and body - propaganda
you don’t even recognize the thought as someone else’s; it belongs to you.
This is not violence against the brain, the idea of embedding works something like this:
the embryo in the mother's body pretends to be a cell of the body
To develop
because a healthy body immediately rejects any foreign cells.
The human embryo acts like a parasite in a woman’s body,
He shields himself with a membrane that hides his foreignness,
By tricking the natural immune system.
This is an interesting fact of biology.
Oh, this is Master Grand Master Viktor Pelevin, you really need to know this.
But you won't know he's so resourceful
In erasing personal history,
that he created a clone of the writer for himself - a complete namesake with the same name.
Yes, as Kurosawa said,
Hide brushwood among brushwood, hide a person among people.
“The most powerful virus is a formalized idea.” - Start.
Finally stop eating while watching movies,
you don't hear anything while you chew.
Yes, Vera Pavlovna had dreams.
First, the trunks of some palm trees, then a striped umbrella and a sex cocktail on the beach,
For some reason it was made from tomatoes,
And then she thought about
how much inconvenience a grain of sand probably causes,
caught between the valves of a mollusk shell.
And how is it possible for a grain of sand to get inside a sealed shell?
And the tender mussel begins to envelop the grain of sand with its liquid mother-of-pearl.
And the result is a pearl - a mother-of-pearl sarcophagus for a grain of sand.
Vera Pavlovna woke up,
and decided that I would buy tomato juice and seafood at the store today.
Then there she bought, unknowingly,
Pearl-pearl nail polish.
Any grain of sand should turn into a pearl.
It was a very strange thought in her head.
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(-What kind of Vera Pavlovna!? What the hell are these somnambulistic texts!?
Are you a writer perhaps?
- I'm an anthropologist.
- where is your diploma!?
- I'm sorry, the author fell asleep at work, but it turned out that he was a sleepwalker.
We cannot be woken up when we are walking along the ridge of the roof. I can fall from a great height.
- A grain of sand in a vagina-shaped shell? My God!
Is this an erotic diary of a teenage girl?
Why did you steal it from under her pillow and read it without asking?
- This grain of sand just hasn’t turned into a pearl yet.
Just a fully formed idea, you remember.
And what can I do if I am a thief at night!
Do you want me to fall off this roof in my pajamas?
Do you want this and then put flowers on my grave?
there will be no grave. You can start crying right now!
Yes, because this is the canopy of the 16th floor.
And right now we need to express all literary criticism to the secondarily reflected light!?
I don't have my own.
I sunbathed calmly in the light of the moon.
And this full moon also has no light of its own.
I'll wrap you in pearls, I swear!
Let's sew you an internal pocket for tediousness,
And then you will definitely need it.)