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[04 Jan 2009|09:15am] |
В декабре бесплатным приложением к выписываемой мною LE MONDE diplomatique [Der globale Blick] был крайне необычный журнал. Содержание его сразу показалось мне достаточно outré, но заранее порешив nil admirari, то-бишь не удивляться ничему, я окунулся в мир современной культуры, как провозглашала запись на обложке, sur l’Âme et sur l’Ésprit, так сказать. Оценить состояние этой культуры я предлагаю вам самим, про себя же скажу – более всего потрясен я был статьей, героем которой стал мой тезка и при том однофамилец, обладатель внешности, возмутительно похожей на мою. Копию ее я бережно прилагаю.
16TH ISSUE "Post-America", Winter 2008/2009
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( Как говорят мои друзья-интеллектуалы, see the effects of the superabundance )
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UP! Up! My Friend, and quit your books; Or surely you'll grow double: Up! Up! My Friend, and clear your looks; Why all this toil and trouble?
Wordsworth
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[29 Mar 2008|12:40pm] |
spring itch

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[15 Mar 2008|07:52pm] |
 ... С сими словами Зевесова дочь светлоокая скрылась, Быстрой невидимо птицею вдруг улетев. Поселила Твердость и смелость она в Телемаховом сердце ...
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[15 Mar 2008|04:26am] |
Без стыда

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( Укусы )
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[13 Oct 2007|08:35pm] |
Osen, moi sostoiania

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[04 Aug 2007|05:36pm] |
I was a troubled teen Who put an advert in a magazine To the annoyance of my imaginary lover She doubted my philosophy And this is what she said to me
She said oh, you, you're green You don't know what love means Let me tell you Tickles you pink, oh yeah But it likes to hear you scream Fire and damnation, lamentations For the likes of you
When she goes, just let her go If she says she's going Just make sure she goes Make sure she goes
I was a troubled teen Untroubled only in my daydreams To the annoyance of somebody another Questioned my integrity And this is what they said to me
Oh, you, you'll soon be up where you belong But it's only blood from broken hearts that writes the words to every song Oh a beatific smile For the fawners and the servants Oh but I, only I, only I
I can see the serpents Oh, you, you're green You don't know what love means Well let me tell you Tickles you pink, oh yeah But it likes to hear you scream Fire and damnation, lamentations For the likes of you
When she goes, just let her go If she says she's going Just make sure she goes, make sure she goes
When she goes, just let her go If she says she's going You make sure she goes Make sure she goes
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Babyshambles, Pete Doherty N.- N.
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