I. the Misery
Kavkazskoj Gost'e
Posted by B.Uratino on October 19, 1997
Zdes',
Pod mostom,
Gde Ja zhivu teper'
Nikto ne zapiraet na noch' dver'.
Otbitij
U svin'ji
Suxar' gniloj
Zovetsa zdes'
Svinnoju otbivnoj.
Na lozhe
Iz xolodnogo tsementa
Ja
na noch'
Starix trjapok navalu
Deshevle net dlja bezrabotnix renta.
( Ja naglix blox kapkanchikom lovlju.)
Withdrawl'nogo
Sindromchika
Effect:
Izzhoga,
Toshnota,
Na serdtse mutorno
( Addiction k Cyber Uz,
Prokljatij Internet )
I netu,
Netu pod rukoj
Computera.
Na ulitse tenistoj,
Prjamo v lob,
Kirpichikom,
( naverno programmista )
I vot opjat' v rukax moix
Laptop
Pokuda v batarejax
Zhizn' teplitsa.
Ruki drozhat,
Seichas zaberus',
Tuda,
Gde sineet rodnoj Cyber Uz.
Gde Gostja Kavkazskaja
V efirnom tumane
Zharkimi laskami
Vnov' k sebe manit.
Ot vosxischenija axnu,
Netu shikarnee babi -
I, esli ee ne traxnu,
Message poshlu
Xotja bi.
Basnia O Buratino & Svin'je
Posted by Hank on October 28, 1997
Vodi izbitok bil v Gudzone,
A pod mostom temno i vlazhno,
Sushil trusi on na gazone,
I o sebe on dumal vazhno:
Muchen'jam otdan ne sprosta,
Zametiat liudi - kinut korku,
Dozhit' bi tol'ko let do sta,
Kuria v zabvenii mahorku..
Fortuna - Svoloch', net tut slov,
Kosnulas' bokom i sbezhala,
I v okruzhen'ji komarov,
On dojedajet kusok sala...
Ot toi Svin'ji, chto ne vskormil,
A lish' suharik otbiraja,
On ej mezh reber nozh vsadil,
Po samu ruchen'ku - do kraja !!
Svin'ja vizhala ot konvul'sij,
Hotela vizhit' na "haliavku",
Potom zatihla i bez pul'sa,
On povolok ee na lavku.
I vot teper' on salo zhret,
Bez buterbroda - priamo v rot,
I tiho pesenki pojet,
Ego upitannij zhivot.
Re: Basnia O Buratino &
Svin'je
Posted by Malvina on October 28, 1997
Opyat' zhe vse netochno -
Pro salo
I pro most,
Pro rebra, pro mahorku
I porosyachij hvost.
Rabotal na polstavki
Moj Pino chabanom -
On hryushek pas na travke,
Poil ih pod mostom.
I kak-to raz popalas'
Krasavitsa svin'ya -
Plenilsya eyu Pino
I pozabyl menya.
Vdvoem v obnimku peli
Do utrennej zari,
Na beregu sideli,
Listaya bukvari.
Odnazhdy na raspevke
V polnochnyj tihij chas
Uvideli v chaschobe
Sverkan'e zheltyh glaz.
Shagnul navstrechu Pino
Vstrevozhennyj
I tut
Shvatil ego usatyj,
Hvostatyj, polosatyj
Kvadratnyj TigroBlyud.
Shvyrnuv pod lavku chushkoj
Osinovyj kusok,
Zaprygnul on na hryushku
I v ugol povolok.
Srazhalas' ta gerojski,
No sily ne ravny
I pala nasha hryushka
Na travku u steny.
Chto dal'she bylo, yasno -
Unes ee pod most
I s'el molnienosno,
Ostaviv tol'ko hvost.
Chtob karies ne muchal
I bol'yu ne tomil,
On vmesto zubochistki
Nos Pinin otlomil ...
S teh por na meste strashnom
Tam, gde byl hvost zaryt,
"Svin'ya byla u Pino ..."
Tablichka vozlezhit.
T&T
Posted by N.P. on October 30, 1997
Tigra myxy pridavila,
Raspyshisten'kim xvostom.
ny a Tino v eto vremia,
El svininy pod mostom.
Tigra Tiny pridvila,
Za svininy, pod mostom.
Ny a myxa v eto vremia,
Ela picshy pod xvostom.
A potom vlepili myxe,
Myxoboykoy megdy glaz.
Ne priznali v myxe myzy,
Eto grystniy bil abzatc.
No vesel'e prodolgalos',
Tak, chto Tigra cherez den',
Perd Tinoy izvinyalas',
Chto-ge bilo, stariy pen'?
Pomny - k mostiky xodila;
Pomny - xvost svoy raspyshila;
Pomny - xrystnyl v pasti nos;
Pomny - mnogestvo zanoz.
Hm..skagal B nash lenivo,
Pamyat' nochi - ne otdam!
Ti ysnyla ot plezira,
Ya - svininy doedal.
================
Moral' sey basni vsem yasna,
Vi ne davite myx za zrya!
Ved' myxa moget bit' s Parnasa,
Ny v krainem slychae - s Kavkaza.
* * *
Posted by Malvina on November 04, 1997
dance macabre of noses
chilling the heart symbiosis
are overcoming mad soul
dragging in eerie hole
* * *
Posted by Anonim on November 04, 1997
From my desk under a brigde somewhere
in salar canal
Let me say that i can do everything
Call myself Tigra and Gostya
Handreds of names and nicknames i can find
For myself and for anyone
Just ask me, just call me
To teach you how to be
And how to use someones name
On this board, and you will
Hear my cry, I'll tell you everything
O hear me makhalia, for my unbeatable spirit
I can be whoever and whatever i want to be
Let it be Pluto and it is me,
Or Tigra, that wild cat is mine creature
I can have virtual sex with her
Not even looking for her pictures
Or Stella, I could be Stella
O no, Gostya is me, and real and not real
I am B. Uratino, I can do everything and be everywhere
As i said someday, when people post about someone
It means he or she is made undestroyable part of
Makhalia,
and everyone will write about me
And when i said that a river waters took me away
I got to many responces, ha, and what that says
That says that i'm the best
That is all
II. Washing Away
(Ne sohranilos', t.k.
sobutiya imeli mesta vo vremya
CM Board crashing. - P.A. )
III. Coming Home
Vozvraschenie
Posted by B.Uratino on November 25, 1997
Odnazhdi v oktjabre
Sedoj El Nino
Potokom burnim
Smil
S podmostjev
B.Uratino.
Blistala smerti
Ostraja kosa
Ot uzhasa pischa,
Tonuli bloxi,
Razverzlis' na raspashku nebesa:
KONETS EPOXI.
Stixija unesla pevtsa,
Brodjagu,
Umnitsu,
Poeta
S prekrasnim profilem litsa
I,
Nosom,
Za dlinu vospetim.
Zaprichital prostoj narod
I Makhale sdavilo gorem gorlo
Vse v mire
Zadom napered
K ebennoj materi poperlo.
Prezrenja polon
K sklokam I obidam,
Webmaster
Makhalju
Vsadil
V rezhim "Forbidden".
V Luksore,
Maniachkin otrjad,
Na ruku bistrij
Japonskix
K Talibanam
Prirovnjal turistov.
Pod pledom,
Hank,
Vo sne,
Dushil rukami zajtsa,
Oral ot boli -
Okazalos':
Jaitsa.
Canny,
Kumir tarakannij
Malen'kix tarakashek
S milom kupal
V teploj vanne.
S popok smivaja kakashek.
A u
Risknuvshego
S frantsuzhenkoj
SheZa
Skupaja
S chlena
Kapala sleza.
Elinina babushka,
Ikaja ot strasti
Otgrizla Ake
Intimnie chasti.
Na babju
Setuja sud'bu,
Mal'vina
Vinom 3yxpy i Do
Poila iz grafina.
Sobachilis'
Non-stop
NP s Banana Splitom
Na plede,
Krovju
Zajachej zalitom.
A Raptor
Ot gorja
Pjanen'kij
Vorochal
Na Botkinskom
Pamjatniki.
Bez B.Uratino,
Gor'kaja toska,
Ne dolgo
Devichju
Dushila dushu:
"V kontse kontsov: Nu kto on mne?- Doska!"
I,
Druga novogo sebe nashla Tigrusha:
("Nos y slona ochen' dlinnij
Dlinnee chem B.Uratinnij,
Tolstaja kozha,
Plotnie ljazhki
I intellecta pobol'she,
Chem u durnoj derevjashki.
6 pul' otravlennix
V sluzhebnom pistolete,
Lublu Ja...
Kto rabotal v Komitete")
Gostja
V Hanke
Zhelchnom
Bol'she ne vidit muzhchinu,
Hank v nej podozrevaet
Answering machine-u.
Nabludatel'nij i umnij
Doktor Nekto
V obschem gore
Videl chast' proekta
Osveschauschego
Kazhdogo subjekta
Do poslednego
Mel'chaishego defekta.
I tol'ko gordij Bababuy,
Po privichke
Xronicheskoj
Na vsex lozhil s prezreniem nogi
I,
Molchal ironicheski.
Puti Gospodni
Ne ispovedimi
(Navernoe doshli
Mol'bi
Svjatago Dimi)
Ne postizhima
Bozheskaja sila
I,
B.Uratino
Vineslo
(Australia, Sydney, New South Wales)
Pod Harbour Bridge,
Otkuda v oktjabre
Ego
Stixija smila...
Ot radosti
Webmaster
Pochinil igrushku
I mordami mi vse v nee s utra,
Kak porosjat
Golodnaja tolpa
V svezhe_nalituju kormushku.
Re: Vozvraschenie
Posted by Gostja on November 25, 1997
Buratino, eto prevoshodno!
Vi - poet, pevets, umnitsa, talant!
I profil' u Vas ne takoy uzh uzhasniy...
Ne znaju, kak nachet drugih, no pro mehja -
vse pravda.
Kak v vodu gljadeli u sebja pod mostom.
Iskrenne rada Vashemu vozvrasheniju,
Gost'ja.
Chto nam prineslo vechernim
prilivom?
Posted by SheZa on November 26, 1997
: A u
: Risknuvshego
: S frantsuzhenkoj
: SheZa
: Skupaja
: S chlena
: Kapala sleza.
Tipun tebe na yazyk. Nakarkaesh.
Tebe razve ne govorili chto syruyu vodu pit' nel'zya?
Dazhe iz burnogo potoka.
Vot rezul'tat. Burnyj ponos. Azh s rezby sorvalo.
No eto lechitsya:
"...skushaj zayachij pomet-
on yadrenyj, on projmet.
I kuda poleznej medu,
hot' po vkusu i ne med..."
No ya rad chto ty ne iz zheleznogo
dereva.
Sheza
Re: Chto nam prineslo vechernim
prilivom?
Posted by Gost'ja on November 26, 1997
: No ya rad chto ty ne iz zheleznogo
dereva.
: Sheza
---------------
O, da...
Zheleznaja zanoza... Dumaju, eto uzhasno.
Gost'ja
Re: Vozvraschenie
Posted by Elina on November 26, 1997
: Elinina babushka,
: Ikaja ot strasti
: Otgrizla Ake
: Intimnie chasti.
Maia babushka nikoda ne ikaet.
Ona shitaet Buratina prahodimec. Elina
Re: Vozvraschenie, Elinochke...
Posted by Gost'ja on November 26, 1997
Dorogaja Elinochka,
Pochemu Vi tak obidelis' na Buratino za ikajushuju
babushku?
Neuzheli tol'ko v etom netochnost', a vse ostal'noe -
pravda?
Gost'ja.
IV. Anew
the presentiment
Posted by Malvina on November 27, 1997
minUlo vremya, na stranitse
luna polna, i vnov' ne spitsya -
ya v Makhalle, po polovitsam
drozha kradus', v chuzhie litsa
tajkom glyazhu i mne chuditsya
ne vlazhnyj blesk cherez resnitsy,
ne Zayats, chto v pryzhke kruzhitsya,
srazhennyj metkoyu desnitsej,
ne tarakany i ne blintzy,
i ne veselaya Tigritsa ... --
v koshmare zhutkom v polnoch' mnitsya
pod tresk svechej i zapah piccy:
iz nekrofilovoj grobnitsy
zloveschej ten'yu edinitsy
Zanoza rzhavaya grozitsya
podkrast'sya i zubami vpit'sya
tuda, privykla chem sadit'sya ...
...
nu, chto za gadost' ne prisnitsya ...
Lubimaja pesnja pod mostom,
kogda vecher
Posted by B.Uratino on December 11, 1997
"If she is dead
But not forgotten
Dig her up
And
F-ck her rotten..."
Russkij folklor
Posted by Petruha on December 15, 1997
V polku Ya pomnju tak peli
"Ya svoju ljubimuju iz moogily
vyroju
Postavlju kverxu zh.poju
I po p..de poxlopaju"
Zadacha
Posted by B.Uratino on December 11, 1997
Mi nochju
Proshloj
Pod mostom,
"Imeli Party".
Krasivej mesta
Ne naiti na karte:
Zdes' waterfront
Pred nami,
Zdes'
Marina
I kran
Razgruzochnij
Streloju
Mashet dlinnoj.
Podarki dlja druzej
Privez Ja v trolley,
( Kljanus'
Jury
Lubomu
"Vek ne videt' voli"
Chto etot trolley
Polnij "goods"
Svalilsa s track(a)
On bil nichej
I po nemu nikto
Ne plakal.)
No ischut
Cops
Kto eto
"Rob_nul" bazu?
No eto bil ne Ja,
Ja
Ne bil
Tam ni razu.
(A etot trolley
Polnij "goods"
Svalilsa s track(a)
On bil nichej
I po nemu nikto
Ne plakal.)
No,
Ot druzej ne izbezhish' voprosa
Zachem nam zdes' 4 pilesosa,
6 noven'kix PC
i microwave(ov) pjat'
Kuda mi budem
Eto vse vkluchat'?
Chto tolku nam
Ot etogo kolichestva,
Poskol'ku pod mostom
Net electrichestva?
(No bljadskij trolley
Polnij "goods"
Svalilsa s tracka
On bil nichej
I po nemu nikto
Ne plakal.)
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