weirdo

странное дело.

09.08.2005эта песня начинает играть, когда я забираюсь в маршрутку.
10.08.2005 – ищю картинку, натыкаюсь на текст, где эта песня рефреном.
11.08.2005 – полный текст этой песни у Lilen’ы
12.08.2005 – мне приносит эту песню на флешке коллега.
13.08.2005 – соседи включают эту песню в 9 утра.

Freddie Mercury - Who wants to live forever?

by the way, who wants to live forever?
There’s no time for us
There’s no place for us
What is this thing that builds our dreams yet slips away from us?

Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever….?

There’s no chance for us, it’s all decided for us.
This world has only one sweet moment set aside for us.

Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever?

Who dares to love forever?
When love must die..

But touch my tears with your lips, touch my world with your fingertips.
And we can have forever, and we can love forever…

Forever is our today.
Who wants to live forever,
Who wants to live forever?

Forever is our today.

Who waits forever anyway?


я не очень верю в “знаки”.
но музыка – это то, что makes my day,
и поэтому я всегда обращаю на нее внимание.

если кому-то from above потребуется мне что-то передать,
им придется выбрать для своего послания музыкальную обертку.

demon days

In those demon days people…
да чего они только не делают!

Летают в космос, борются с вирусом Эболы.
Снимают кино, пишут книги, сочиняют музыку…
Но преимущественно все также гадят, жрут, трахаються и убивают друг друга.
Играют в политику, в “вечную память” и религию, свободу слова и выбора.

Everybody dies? They tell us it is no longer true.
I don’t believe them. I won’t believe them.
They prattle on, speaking much and saying nothing.

Иногда мне хочется чтобы человечество поскорее сгинуло.
Само ли, заигравшись в войнушку, или с помощью камня из Космоса – неважно!
Инопланетяне, эпидемия очень-страшной-и-смертельной пневмонии – тоже сойдут.

i'm just a dreamer, but not the only one

Долгое время я мечтал о “Фильме, для таких как я”
Фильме где ВСЕ бы умерли и никого бы НЕ СПАСЛИ в последнии секунды.
Где действия всех этих “спасателей человечества” не принесли бы результата.
Где их действия вообще не имеют смысла – all are doomed to die.

И мое сердце радуется тому, что он, оказывается, уже есть.

If you refuse, you die.
Your beloved dies.
Everybody dies!

Я мечтал о таком Фильме, так как Книга уже давно есть.

В “Машине Времени” Герберта Уеллса есть восхитительная 14-ая глава.
Она посвящена путешествию героя в совсем уж запредельное будущее.
К огромному красному умирающему солнцу и опустевшей планете.

И знаете, это ведь лучший пейзаж в литературе.
Самый цепляющий и самый эмоциональный.


Мы, конечно, уйдем оставив после себя нереальное количество всякого мусора.
Но, думаю, наша Планета с этим справится.
Терпела же она наши выебоны все это время.

Для начала бактерии быстро превратят наши тушки в действительно полезные вещи.
Потом трава пробьется сквозь асфальт и молодые деревья заполнят места вырубок.
Потом и реки очистится, воздухом снова снова можно будет без опаски дышать…
А там, глядишь и городские помойки с розовым тряпьем когда-нибудь исчезнут.

Everybody dies. Time dies. Gods die. Someday, I will die.
Even the world will die someday, burned in the conflagration of our exploding sun.
It can’t come soon enough.

Я в нашу Планету верю.
Она сможет.


Моему другу сервер однажды выдал восхитительный random message:
“Earth is 98% full… Please delete anyone you can.”

cat tale

There was a cat who could live for a million years.
He died a million times, and lived a million times.
He was a great tiger-striped cat.
A million people adored the cat,
And a million people cried when that cat died.

The cat never cried, not even once.

Do you know a story...
Once, the cat was a kings cat.
The cat hated the king.
The king was great at war, and was always at war.
And, he put the cat in a magnificent cage,
And took him out to war.
One day, the cat was hit by a flying arrow, and died.
The king embraced the cat and wailed during the battle.
The king stopped the war and returned to his castle.
And, he buried the cat in the castle’s garden.

Once, the cat was a sailors cat.
The cat hated the seas.
The sailor took the cat to all the seas of the world,
And all the ports of the world.
One day, the cat fell off the boat.
The cat could not swim.
The sailor hurriedly scooped up the cat with his net,
But the cat was soaked and dead.
The sailor embraced the cat which was now like a wet rag,
And wailed in a loud voice.
And, he buried the cat under the tree
In a park in a far-away port.

Once, the cat was the cat of a magician in a circus.
The cat hated the circus.
The magician put the cat inside a box every day,
And cut him in half with a saw.
Then, he removed the cat, still in one piece,
Out of the box to receive his applause.
One day, the magician made a mistake,
And really cut the cat in half.
The magician wailed in a loud voice,
Holding the two parts of the cat in each hand.
Nobody applauded him.
The magician then buried the cat behind the circus tent.

Once, the cat was a burglars cat.
The cat hated burglars.
The burglar walked quietly through the dark town with the cat,
Just like a cat.
The burglar robbed only houses with dogs.
While the dog was barking at the cat,
The burglar opened the safes.
One day, the cat was bitten to death by the dog.
The burglar embraced the cat with the diamonds he stole,
And walked through the night town wailing in a loud voice.
Then, he went home and buried the cat in a small yard.

Once, the cat was the cat of a lonely grandmother.
The cat hated grandmothers.
The grandmother looked outside every day from a small window,
Holding the cat in her arms.
The cat was asleep all day on top of the grandmother’s lap.
Time passed, and the cat died of old age.
The frail grandmother embraced the frail dead cat,
And cried all day.
The grandmother buried the cat under a tree in the yard.

Once, the cat was a little girls cat.
The cat hated children.
The girl piggy-backed the cat, and slept clutching the cat.
When she cried, she wiped her tears on the cat’s back.
One day atop the girl’s back,
The holster to keep the cat secure wound around his neck,
And the cat died.
Holding the cat with the dangly neck, the girl cried all day.
And, she buried the cat under a tree in the yard.

The cat had no fear of dying.

Once, the cat wasn’t anyones cat.
He was a stray cat.
The cat was able to be his own cat for the first time.
The cat loved himself.
Since he was a great tiger-striped cat,
He became a great stray cat.

All the female cats wanted to be the cat’s wife.
There were cats that gave him huge fish.
Others gave him premium mice.
Some cats brought rare catnip as a gift.
Other cats licked his tiger fur for him.
The cat said to all of them:
“I’ve died a million times! This is so ridiculous now!”

The cat loved himself more than anyone else.

But there was just one beautiful white cat
That didn’t even look at the cat.
The cat went over next to the white cat, and told her,
“I died a million times!”
The white cat just said, “Oh.”
The cat became slightly upset, since he loved himself.
The next day, and the day after that,
The cat went over to the white cat and told her,
“You haven’t even finished one life.”
The white cat just said, “Oh.”

One day, the cat did three somersaults in front of the white cat,
and said, “I once was a cat for a circus.”
The white cat just said, “Oh.”
The cat started to say, “I have had a million….”
Then asked the white cat, “Can I be at your side?”
The white cat said, “Yes.”

The cat stayed by the white cat for a long time.

The white cat had many cute kittens.
The cat no longer dared to say “I have had a million….”
The cat loved the white cat and all the many kittens.

Even more than himself.

As time passed, the kittens grew up and all went away.
The cat, satisfied, said, “They became great stray cats now.”
The white cat said, “Yes,” and softly purred her throat.
The white cat had become a grandmother cat.
The cat purred his throat even more softly.
The cat thought that he wanted to live forever with the white cat…

One day, the white cat quietly stopped moving next to the cat.

On that day cat cried for the first time in his life.

Night came, morning came,
Night came again, and morning came again.
The cat cried a million times.
Morning came, night came — and one afternoon, the cat stopped crying.
The cat, next to the white cat, quietly stopped moving.

The cat never came back to life again.


– That’s a nice story
– Yeah? Well, i hate it.

Yoko Sano illustration: Cat that lived a million times

death is a lonely business

Ганс Фаллада
(Наns Fallada – 1893–1947)
“Каждый умирает в одиночку”
(“Jeder stirbt fur sich allein” – роман, 1947)

Имя автора неведомым образом стерлось.
Название испарилось, оставив вместо себя только очень странную ассоциацию с “Смерть – дело одинокое” Рея Бредберри.
Хотелось даже позвонить домой в Ха и попросить маму найти на любимой полке, описав ей в деталях обложку…

И вот я вспоминаю и название и автора, читая о поисках книги Дж.Хопкинс “Никто не уйдет живым” про Джима Моррисона.

power of imagination

Фидель

1.

Маршрут автобуса: …-Северный пр. – Сантьяго-де-Куба-…

Я вот все думаю – неужели и вправду довезет?
Как жаль, что выходить мне раньше…

2.

LiveJournal user bukky_boogwin как-то описал моё жильё.

Бакки, помнишь про телевизор?
Только такой!

3.

Вам никогда не казалось, что есть вечные люди?
Их смерть просто невозможно себе представить.
Подумайте сами:
Разве может не стать Фиделя Кастро?
Разве может быть Папой кто-нибудь кроме Иоанна Павла?
Это ведь даже звучит странно.

Однажды мы проснемся в новом мире, где нет больше ничего привычного.