The layout designer is entering into the church. The dust in the glare shudders. By the walls
square brackets of light [seemingly] are scattered without a system.
The brick is porous. Light presses the structure from outside.
The entire amount covers what is included in the internal document.
The pollen of cooled incense and whitewash magnetically attracts to the skin
He enters to master the data, softly becoming the data himself,
enters, recalculating himself, into the structure. From the heated vent
The fly leaves for the sky - as a free molecule, a steam from a common
Перевод текста Евы Иштван
Верстальщик входит в костёл. Пыль в бликах вздрагивает. У стен
квадратные скобки света [внешне] разбросаны без системы.
Кирпич порист. Извне на конструкцию давит свет.
Вся сумма охватывает входящее во внутренний документ.
Пыльцу остывшего ладана и побелки магнитит к коже
Он входит освоить данные, мягко делаясь данным тоже,
входит, пересчитываясь, в структуру. Из гретой форточки
Муха уходит в небо — свободной молекулой, пар от общего
Метка: #english
I wiped my spectacles. I was going to breathe one last time on the glass, one more time and from carelessness touched it with my lips, unsuccessfully leaving a visible trace on a lens too sensitive to what shouldn't be there. and I had to wipe it again and breathe again and perhaps I fell into recursion endlessly wiping my glasses and kissing the glass at the wrong moment. just as inappropriately and awkwardly like that time saying goodbye some years ago although I could have done without it, just a polite wish for the evening and shaking hands would do. Forgive me. Перевод текста Евы Иштван я протёрла очки. собралась напоследок дыхнуть на стекло ещё один раз и от неаккуратности прикоснулась губами, неудачно оставив избыток следа на не терпящей лишнего линзе. и пришлось протирать ещё раз и дышать ещё раз и, возможно, я попала в рекурсию, без конца протирая очки и целуя стекло в неудачный момент. так же неподходяще, неуместно, как в тот раз на прощание, тому несколько лет, хотя надо было бы обойтись вежливым пожеланием вечера и пожатием рук. Извини.
When the heat death arrives an out of this universe transcendent van, - a concert will explode from a nebula with an unreleased set of discographies. Deafening without a tuner, will bubble up the dust of empires and nitrites. A sand formation of all that used to be grunge and Madrid will sweep by like a storm above a penultimate horse head. Перевод текста Евы Иштван Когда подъедет тепловая смерть как вневселенский трансцедентный рафик, — взорвётся из туманности концерт неизданным десятком дискографий. Без тюнера бабахнет глухотой, всклокочет пыль империй и нитритов. Над предпоследней конской головой бураном пронесётся пыльный строй всего, что было гранжем и Мадридом.
there's just no base for a happiness there's as well no base for a chance no miracles're left but the crappiest tricks not even enough to expand the unnatural plague of the common cold death from running nose as a joke everyone will forever be masked and blindfold now that goodness has been awoke
hey brother that's a public road and you can slowly go to hell that’s not a last one blow as well your species i will soon demote to simple silent watchers race means nothing you are a reptile a heavy russian projectile is now parked here with a grace
parking in the driveway to hell blocking access for fallen angels both god and devil are extremely unhappy i’m technically trespassing not a single law of the universe they say that doom is coming but i am happily sleeping as long as it is dark outside
antisocial contacts are contagious as hell
but psychosis of black and off-white shades of pale
will preclude an infection of infamous covid
and riots will appear on the thread tightly woven
but i wonder whose scissors will cut it
it's not exactly possible to say whose action triggered apocalypse called the horses but our world is now full of those winged ponies white red black pale the devil put his cutie marks the world is doomed
mendel rulez darwin sux apple trees will bloom on mars
when i pursue a kill I'm freeing my bill from all remnants of civilization let the fleet fill the void i've been lately employed to condemn the decree of carnation