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Apr. 29th, 2005
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Apr. 29th, 2005 03:27 pmЧуть было не забыл самое главное.
1. Позиция, декларируемая каким-либо моим постингом, далеко не всегда разделяется мною.
2. Точка зрения, высказанная мною в чьих-либо комментах, вовсе не обязательно совпадает с моим мнением.
1. Позиция, декларируемая каким-либо моим постингом, далеко не всегда разделяется мною.
2. Точка зрения, высказанная мною в чьих-либо комментах, вовсе не обязательно совпадает с моим мнением.
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Apr. 29th, 2005 04:33 pmЯ понял, что же мне напоминает вся эта баннерная пестрота борьбы за КЧНВиМРРЯ1. Плакатики в лавочках арабско-пакистанско-турецких торговцев: МЫ ЧОВОРИ ПАРУСКИ! МЫ ДАТЬ ЛЮБОЙ ТАВАР МАЛОЙ ЦЕН!
И не потому, что я - такой отъявленный падонакъ, и дисграфией я тоже не страдаю - но вы уже подзаебали с готовностью высовывать таблички из норок.
Извиняйте, ежели вдруг что.
1 Кристальная Чистота Нашего Великого и Могучего Родного Русского Языка.
И не потому, что я - такой отъявленный падонакъ, и дисграфией я тоже не страдаю - но вы уже подзаебали с готовностью высовывать таблички из норок.
Извиняйте, ежели вдруг что.
1 Кристальная Чистота Нашего Великого и Могучего Родного Русского Языка.
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Apr. 29th, 2005 06:19 pmStarved in Metropolis
Hooked on Necropolis
Addict of Metropolis
Do the worm on Metropolis
Slam dance Cosmopolis
Enlighten the populace
Hungry darkness of living
Who will thirst in the pit?
She spent a life-time deciding
How to run from it
Once fate had a witness
And the years seemed like friends
Her babies can dream
But dreams begin like the end
Ghetto defendant it is heroin pity
Not tear gas nor baton charge
That stops you taking the city
Walled out of the city
Clubbed down from uptown
Sprayed pest fromhe nest
Run out of barrio town
Forced to watch at the feast
Then sweep up the night
Flipped pieces of coin
Exchanged for birthright
Ghetto defendant it is heroin pity
Not tear gas nor baton charge
That stops you taking the city
The ghetto prince of gutter poets
Was bounced out of the room
By the bodyguards of greed
For disturbing the tomb
His words like flamethrowers
Burnt the ghettos in their chests
His face was painted whiter
And he was laid to rest
Ghetto defendant it is heroin pity
Not tear gas nor baton charge
That stops you taking the city
Soap floods oil in water
All churnin' the wake
And on the great ship of progress
The crew can't find the break
Klaxons are blaring
The admiral snores command
Submarines boil in oceans while
The armies fight with suns
Ghetto defendant it is heroin pity
Not tear gas nor baton charge
That stops you taking the city
Iron serenity
Shot into eternity
Strung out committee
The senator is witty
The guards are itchy
Guatemala, Honduras, Poland, 100 Years War
TV re-runningvision, death squad, Salvador
Afghanistan mediation, old Chinese flu
Kick junk, what else can a poor worker do?
Hooked on Necropolis
Addict of Metropolis
Do the worm on Metropolis
Slam dance Cosmopolis
Enlighten the populace
Hungry darkness of living
Who will thirst in the pit?
She spent a life-time deciding
How to run from it
Once fate had a witness
And the years seemed like friends
Her babies can dream
But dreams begin like the end
Ghetto defendant it is heroin pity
Not tear gas nor baton charge
That stops you taking the city
Walled out of the city
Clubbed down from uptown
Sprayed pest fromhe nest
Run out of barrio town
Forced to watch at the feast
Then sweep up the night
Flipped pieces of coin
Exchanged for birthright
Ghetto defendant it is heroin pity
Not tear gas nor baton charge
That stops you taking the city
The ghetto prince of gutter poets
Was bounced out of the room
By the bodyguards of greed
For disturbing the tomb
His words like flamethrowers
Burnt the ghettos in their chests
His face was painted whiter
And he was laid to rest
Ghetto defendant it is heroin pity
Not tear gas nor baton charge
That stops you taking the city
Soap floods oil in water
All churnin' the wake
And on the great ship of progress
The crew can't find the break
Klaxons are blaring
The admiral snores command
Submarines boil in oceans while
The armies fight with suns
Ghetto defendant it is heroin pity
Not tear gas nor baton charge
That stops you taking the city
Iron serenity
Shot into eternity
Strung out committee
The senator is witty
The guards are itchy
Guatemala, Honduras, Poland, 100 Years War
TV re-runningvision, death squad, Salvador
Afghanistan mediation, old Chinese flu
Kick junk, what else can a poor worker do?