The code lock did not work in the door, in other things, as always. None of the residents of the house remembered when he was in working standing. The porch with a bulb knocked out was full of empty bottles, broken into sharp fragments and whole, standing with the remains of not drunk contents. Near the wall stood a cracked plate with someone poured milk, which a red-haired wandering cat peacefully enjoyed.
In Hero, he sharply dug one of the bottles, he thereby cleared the path to the stairs leading to the second floor and the site, in turn leading to the floor above, and so on the destination-the fourth floor. The peeling green paint on the walls of stairwells exposed the concrete material of the walls by color as the floors as the floors in the places of tiles that was knocked out of old age, small and yellow.
Incorrect works of young artists-unreadable inscriptions with a spray can-under the proud “graffiti” greeted guests, left indifferent residents of middle age and brought into a fury of those who have seen quite elderly, living in that house for a very, very long time. Inter -story windows barely passed daylight, through the thickness of an annual dust, the day seemed a matte, impenetrable muddy.
With a share of outstanding perseverance, he turned the key, closing the door, which was holding on rusty loops, upholstered by brown dermatin, and, tightly twitched, opened it, entered the first. After him she went, closed the door behind her and turned the key for two turns. Leaving, leaving behind the threshold of the past day, fatigue, pressing the rhythm of the big city and neighbors, on the sincere greeting of those who answer the estimates and looking at Oleg and the dimeter as aliens that suddenly invaded land;looking at her bright manicure and often pink color of a blouse, on his typically male manners.
Here, where rare cars interrupted the silence, one could rest and feel “in its ease” especially on weekdays, when life quickly flowed closer to the city center, leaving the area almost deserted. If you go out early in the morning, then the entrances and the nearby territory were stood out by the pile of empty alcoholic bottles and cans, empty boxes and bubbles from under the pharmacy, capable of sharply and unforgettable to change the state of consciousness absolutely legally. In the early morning, a few gangled faces with red eyes and shaking hands and hands shaking like Parkinsoniki have always been on. The amazing dimeter is always the complete absence of any xenophobia.
A pharmacy in which potent antidepressants, tranquilizers, painkillers for cancerous patients and drugs for dissociative anesthesia, could come and without removing the makeup, and leaving bright varnish on nails, and even lipstick, which Oleg so much liked,- No xenophobia was not at all. The maximum that was is a shaking teenager, plaintively asking for a little trifle on the next ampoule. And at the same time, the funniest.. Dimeters always asked about the doctor’s appointment when she bought contraceptives – the only legal source of female hormones.
It was difficult for her to maintain a serious expression on her face – inside her, everything laughed unrestrained when she took the change and a blue box of pills containing synthetic ethinyl estradiol and disolees. She felt the most diverse action of estrogen and progestogen: from raising the mood to causeless tearfulness, and life without hormones led to deep depression. Therefore, she accepted them immediately, barely having time to move away from the pharmacy. Oleg, on the contrary, always retained excerpt, taking or injecting the hormone with a syringe only at home, strictly every two weeks.
For all his iron endurance, he was inclined to acts, with his genius able to shake even the most sophisticated imagination. He could, spread his arms and legs, lie on the roadway and, reflecting in his eyes the whole infinity of the sky, shouting without pitying his voice about what the whole world gives Dimeter. At the same time, the echo scattered throughout the streets.
Oleg opened the door of the nightstand, in which there were many ampoules and pills and commented, removing a couple of ampoules from his pocket far to the wall:
– Two Glucks in the Forest Hormones.
– Hiding? – Dimeter came up to him and asked.
– Yes. He hugged tightly. – You do not spread to anyone, otherwise the blue -long taxi will come to the hotel with the sky to the cell. Prove then that we are not handicrafts and do not obey, but just from life we rest like this.
Rest from life, consisting in the reception of various pharmacy substances that change the state of consciousness, was one of their favorite ways of pastime in which they reached complete understanding. This was one of the points of contact. Did Oleg Dimeter love? Neither he nor she never asked such a question. He allowed her to live herself at home, allowed her to stroke her shirts and manage life to a greater extent due to mutual understanding-he led exactly the same way as she: he experimented with drugs, searched and found methods of legal purchase of hormones, and searched for mutual understanding.
Having lived a typical childhood, complete misunderstanding, he made a difficult life path, which ultimately led to the acquisition of his own apartment, where God and the king himself. And the same, he involuntarily fulfilled the dream of his adored dimeters, the dream of living separately from parents and their strange friends, who considered her either an inadequate teenager, then a mentally ill person, then a member of a certain sect. Life with her beloved was the peak of happiness, personal freedom, because quite often she was arranged at home, scandals like a diploma still a teenager and this continued when she was already twenty years old – swearing for dilated pupils and merry. Their understanding of each other was so deep that sometimes no words were required. Oleg almost always noticed her fears and anxiety.
– And for this they can take? – She looked into his eyes.
– Yes. For storage of this medicine of the house, criminal liability occurs.
– How strange, – was surprised Dimeter. – This is not a drug, but a drug.
– What to do, such laws have such.
– Stupidity!
– Agree. – Oleg went to the computer, turned on and got into the office chair, in anticipation of loading, turning to the left or the right. – I will reconcile the mail: yours, mine.
– Let’s. And I’ll go to the dishes.
Water accumulated in the sink, plates, forks, circles – all this did not interfere with thought processes. Washing the dishes for her was one of those boring deeds that are brought to automatism: hands, it would seem, do something separately from the brain, and the brain at that time is deep in thoughts that disturb their mystery. Thoughts about the fixation of the future. Does life have the right to life that the future is not a dynamic process at all and not a process at all, but a canvas woven by the creator?
Oleg, stretching his legs and putting one on the other, lay on the couch and looked at the ceiling with such a lively gaze, as if an interesting film was projected on that flat surface. Dimeters, being unstable emotionally and subject to mood swings, is akin to the swings, falling into joy, then into despondency;She was always amazed at Oleg’s internal setting up for joy – a positive picture of the world. He could sit quietly, silently and not smile, but his lights in his eyes spoke for him. This hooligan brilliance of a risky man could not be confused with nothing. Seeing the dimeter, he instantly jumped up from the sofa and sat down invitation, seeing her gaze.
– And you and I are invited to a poetic evening: they threw two invitations to your mail, on mine – one. – He brought a cigarette to his mouth, dragged on and handed over to the dipimeter.
– I will not go. – She sat next to him and, taking a cigarette from his hands, also dragged on. – I do not remember my poems by heart, and people are not familiar there. – He is a document of a cigarette transmitted by a diploma – was the last in the house.
– So let’s get acquainted. I know there from the power of two there.
– I would have gone myself – they know you there a little.
– I won’t go without you, ”he said as he cut off.
– Well, haz, – she wrinkled her forehead. – In the accumulation of people, I do not feel comfortable, you know.
– There will not be so many people there, but among creative people we will stay.
– It’s better to fly.
– And this is not today. Here I have grunted a hundred and fifty vodka while you soap dishes. So good. And the nonsense with alcohol is better not to interfere.
– What is true is true.
– And even more so with your pressure. This drug is increasing by blood.
– Magic drops too.
– Not by that much.
– Drops are okay, but I won’t give you a fool of the nightstand today. This is to me, hypotonic, even after a booze, but you do not.
– Here you go…
– Wait. – He looked thoughtfully at her and scratched his head. – I had one drug. I will find – we will arrange a pier in the bathroom. Sit here.
The world was strangely empty when it left even at the distance of the hallway: the walls seemed gray and joyless, the sad shadows of loneliness loomed on the ceiling.
– Why are you getting drunk? – He lost her hair and handed her syrup from cough in a red box. – On, sweeten life.
– Oooh, ”she held out joyfully, learning in this drug the syrup that causes euphoria from cough. – You did not say that you have it.
– Yes, I have an attraction of joy here! – he exclaimed and put on the floor a large white bag, where there were about ten syrup bottles and a mysterious tube. – Look that I brought you again.
– This is what,?
– Hormones that do not have to be injected, ”he began. – transdermal technologies, just rub the gel.
– Yeah?
– Yes. I will show you now. Dressed to the waist.
A little embarrassed the dimeter took off her T -shirt, exposing her chest and chubby stomach in front.
– Fucking! Don’t be shy about you – I’m your boyfriend!
– You can say even a husband.
– Not even, but husband!
He took out a metal tube and a white plastic applicator to it from green packaging, to which he, in order to measure the dosage, applied a transparent gel, after which he began to gently rub it into the right forearm of diplomas. A thick transparent gel was quickly absorbed and published a pungent smell of alcohol. Then he measured the applicator again, applied to the left forearm, the stomach in which his fingers sank.
– And there is no need to swallow contraceptives, ”said Oleg.
– Yes to the pharmacy generally go sickly. Somehow she went for contraceptive pills, and there such a pharmacist, two times thicker than me, asks me in a nasty voice: “And you have as a doctor’s appointment?”.
– Well, this is her work – to ask a nasty voice. Gel is easier to buy. D and in general, Dim, to you – women – lucky: both transdermal gels and plasters, and we only have injections.
– And there are plasters?
– Certainly! Now even the stationary nonsense in the form of plasters comes out: you glue at least on the ass and bastard for two hours.
– I was always interested. She began. – Why in the packaging of contractions, not so large, there is always a thin cardboard with a blue rose, which includes a plate of pills?
– Probably, to make boys easier to hide hormones from parents. I don’t know, ”Oleg shrugged.
– Honey, and when you first decided to do yourself?
– Injection? – he specified, starting the story. – Funny is a story. Bukhau with one thought: to live to twenty, and there at least the grass does not grow. And then, estimate, I was thirty, I got dissipated with everyone, even with my then. I approximately understood his action so as not to adverse, but, to admit honestly, then I was no difference – nothing was scared.
– And I’m always scared to do something for the first time, ”she interrupted Oleg.
– This is the nature of fear: at first the novelty scares, then we come to taste and do not be afraid of anything. – He opened a five -liter bottle of drinking water, brought it to his mouth and began to drink, a lot.
– Can a person not feel fear?
– Maybe, – Oleg answered confidently. – After all, what is fear in the face of eternity? Nothing! so.. What did I stop at?
– The fact that you were not scared.
– Yes. Then I injected myself and flew away. What I saw was perhaps the most interesting spectacle … – he got up and headed for the table standing against the wall, rummaged in the box. – Here! Found!
Oleg, returning to the room, handed the dimeter to the ampoule with the words:
– Look what I have!
– “Lazix,” she read aloud the name.
– He is.
– One of the names of Furasemida, ”she remarked.
– Uuu, you are not interested in you, ”he smiled. – I wanted to make a surprise, but you already know everything in advance. Come on, I will drink you, and? From non -freezing.
– Well, like this. – He went up to him and Oleg began to drink her, kept a heavy bottle, from which she tried to drink as much as possible.
– Yah you! Show the ass!
– You know, it’s scary to always try something new.
– To be afraid is to sign in your own helplessness! – Oleg exclaimed sharply and scored the contents of the ampoule into the syringe. “Relax and do not twitch,” he ordered the diploma.
Soon she felt a penetrating needle. This is not to say that his hands were light. Having made a lot of injections during his long life, Oleg did not pick his hand, or rather, this was visible in all his gestures – a certain genuine rudeness.
– You will hold a cotton wool for a couple of minutes so that the infection does not get, and then you can wait for the effect, ”Oleg said, taking off his family and injections of his own lasix.
– The sound of flowing urine is the most ingenious music in the world. None of the great composers was able to surpass this transcendental divine sound in his works – Diimeter slowly said with an absent gaze.
– Well, you are a master of sayings! – Oleg praised. -Looking at you myself, I will say something.
He put on his panties, attaching them with an elastic wool with alcohol at the injection site, after which he put a chair in the middle of the room, took a package of orange juice, opened it, drank it directly from the bag in a gulp about a third and handed it out a diploma.
– Take it! Our task is to drink as much as it will fit. – reporting this, he slowly stood on a chair, straightened up, smoothed his hair. Looking at him, I could not even believe that Oleg once raised his hair, tried it, by nature resin, to highlight Cobein under Kurt and in the courtyard “The Man Who Sold the World”.
– Satisfaction of the body and spirit are inseparable things, ”Oleg began. – the knowledge of the true nature of things, the true content of thoughts and the true significance of feelings is the irrigation of the body of the beloved.
Oleg stood and spoke with his head proudly raised and looked as if millions were listening. At that moment, he looked like a shepherd broadcasting his preaching to many hungry believers;on a dictator pronouncing a fiery speech before the population of his country gathered at the rally;on an artist-hypnotist, conducting his session in front of the public;And the deeter at the same time was: peacefully settled on the floor in front of him, obesitly listen and drink juice.
– Well? – He asked jumping off his chair.
– So you are a master of sayings.
– Thank you, my ryenka. – He approached her, pressed him tightly and whispered in his ear:
– Well, they drove to the bathroom?
– Yes!
– Otherwise I have to endure. This is lucky for you – you have an anatomically bladder more than mine, but I can’t already. – He quickly took off everything and appeared absolutely naked, trying to understand the studying look of dimeters. – Out of it, yes? She fed here. I have weighed forty -eight kilos before you, now I hang fifty!
– I would have your weight, ”she said jokingly, completely naked climbing into the bathroom.
– And I would be yours, ”he answered seriously, sitting opposite her and putting a bag from each other and it, from which he pulled out and unpacked the syrup from cough, throwing back a box, spoon and instructions.
Dimeter, doing the same, unscrewed the lid.
– For funny pictures! – He said a toast and drank the whole bubble in one gulp.
The effect of syrup, thick and sweet, came in ten to fifteen minutes, and before that he was unable to endure further. He got up, the dimeter instinctively extended her legs along the length of the bathroom to him, and Oleg sat over her, holding his hands by the dry edges of the bathroom. After that, an almost transparent stream, then bifurcating, then merging together. Rising a dimeter set her hands under the stream of his urine. Trying not to shed and drops, she applied her to her face, neck, tasted her tongue and was always fond of so that she did not notice how the stream ended and he returned to the previous pose.
– What are you sitting? – Oleg was surprised and laughed. – Piss!!! You probably really want. Do not be shy. Write, just not on me of course.
It was difficult to characterize the expression of his happy face at that moment. The fact is that the first action of the syrup was a deep euphoria, which before the onset of nausea and general weakness could last from three to five hours. Dimetra, leaning back, spread her legs a little along the edges of the bathroom and gave her urine finally freedom. Her stream slowly spread along the bottom of the bathroom, enveloping the relaxed legs of Oleg and getting lost somewhere there, in the abyss of drainage pipes. Suddenly, absolutely unexpectedly before the eyes, the dimeters flashed either the waves of the sea, or it was the endless clouds of the pack, mixed with the ocean hazel.
– My life is for you! – she made another sip.
– And my life is for you! – He exclaimed echoing to her and finished another bubble. In combination with times a disappearance of their own body, a string of paintings resembled an endless flight, flight over the ocean and at the same time inside it. The picture, as always suddenly, was interrupted and she saw Oleg stood up, laid a shower rug on the suction cups under his feet so as not to slip on a bathroom slippery from urine, and then began to rummage into empty boxes from the syrup in search of a whole. The substance contained in it had the ability to release the most hidden and hidden fantasies and desires. The diploma neatly approached his feet, began to examine the fingers of his legs, the nails on which were either shortly sheated, then broken and ultimately caused the only correct reaction – the reaction of lick. And she began to slowly run her tongue along his leg.
– Dimaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. – Tickling! Wait, I’ll sit down.
He sat on the edge of the bathroom, putting his feet on the rug and finally finding another bubble. The dimeter settled in such a way as to put his head almost under his legs in such a way that it was convenient to lick them, a centimeter by a centimeter, a finger behind a finger. Grasping his right leg, she brought her to her and took his thumb in her mouth, having a salty of urine and an unusually pungent smell mixed with mentholov due to a syrup accidentally spilled in the bathroom. Under the influence of a diuretic drug, writing, she felt the bliss of rolling excitement, the pulsation of her genitals. Noticing this Oleg put his leg next to her throat, which caused a slight feeling of suffocation, from which the excitement grew with even greater force. A suffocation from the severity of the legs could not be compared if Oleg was strangling Dima with his hands or a stray from the Intimate store. As you know, the skin of the feet is very sensitive and in order to thoroughly know its taste, you need to press the tongue more tightly so that it is not tickling. Oh, this taste. This unforgettable taste … For the sake of these moments, it was worth living!
The most interesting thing is that the cough syrup subsequently left only an ominous ghost of nausea and a taste in his mouth, sometimes not releasing a few days. Otherwise, it was not noticeable of the traces of its technique, unlike their favorite drops: neither a stupid expression on the face, nor dilated pupils with senselessly glass eyes – nothing, only at times transient dementia. There was a lot of measurements for the measurement of normal life among gray everyday life. These are working days, whose grayness every evening was rewarded with each other’s society;This is a weekend when Oleg and dipimetra could completely spend time on each other;This is of course vacation – time, after turning the key from the inside, life began, which was sometimes falling out of memory for weeks, life without base needs in food and communication – life, for several days flowing in an expanded state of consciousness. And there were no more trying to climb into the soul of freaks, terrible proofreaders who criticize not washed dishes and not cleaned room.
The causeless laughter of the dimeters made Oleg open his eyes, break out of the veil of visions.
– Sweaty in you, but!
– And then, dear! You can’t imagine how good I am now! What you see?
– I … as if through the bars of the eternity prison passed. And you?
– I remembered a long -standing conversation in sex on the phone.
– Ah, where the money goes! The husband works, and the wife here has sex on the phone! You would even tell how to jerk off on the phone. I’m interested.
– No, you need to masturbate either on a living person, or on the Internet photos of those people with whom you communicate, and telephone sex is so, entertainment when it is boring.
– Well, how does it happen? – He became genuinely
– Well, – – began its long story of the dimeter. – Any entertainment begins with the recipe. This happens so.. It is necessary to go around a few pharmacies so that a decent dosage is gained in your pocket, put more money on the phone’s account and, drinking twenty tablets with cognac, call. You know, dear, they think exclusively menu of porn sites: Asian, gangbang, incest, latex … When he starts to be shinked, the theme of the conversation arises by itself. I usually chose either a gangbang or incest, well, our favorite wet topics. For some reason, the voices are only female, as a rule, they seem exotic names and immediately ask what I would like to talk about. The funny thing is when I began to be interested in the question of how to pee and make a person do it. To my surprise, it turned out that in telephone sex they did not understand anything in this. I was advised not even Lazix, but to make diuretic tea or make a deception drink. Here is such a dubious entertainment.
– EBITSKA power! Wow! – Oleg burst out laughing, throwing his head back so that he hit the back of his head against the wall. – fucking, – he continued through laughter.
– So what? Moreover, it was long before meeting you.
– Okay, mine, come on to the shower, ”he stood up and said this in the tone of the parent speaker with the child, after which he turned on the water, which gradually leads a mixture of syrup, water and urine into the sewer.
– Put the seagull, and I’ll go to print the invitations, ”he said in the same parental tone, wiping his hair with a terry towel.
– Zay, well, I don’t want to go!
– And how can I refuse? – He smiled in response he cunningly. – And than.. We don’t have to read at all, we’ll sit, we’ll scatter.
It really could not be denied him. A convincing voice and feelings for him simply did not give this opportunity.
She brewed his beloved green hour with Jasmine and in the room found Oleg in his eternal lesson, which is difficult to tear up from. Oleg’s favorite pastime was to sit in applications on his Internet page in one of the social networks.. In these peculiar games, he could leave with his head. Their meaning was various farms where it was possible to grow such animals as cows, chickens, geese and their eggs could be sold, stealing from friends in the game, and the same with the gardens on which they matured
– I printed the invitations, ”he said and continued ridiculously looking at her from underneath. – There should be many interesting people. And most importantly – the fuckers of the drink..
– And we will go on a clean head or?.. – She leaned the booty on a computer table, closed her hands, letting her fingers between each other and, at the level below the abdomen, broke them out so that the joints crunched.
– Well, you! One pins on the mind, ”Oleg answered jokingly, laughing at the end of the phrase.
– You did not answer the question!
– On the way it will be seen. – He touched the tips of two fingers – the index and middle – its bare legs, continued the answer to make the path with his fingers to his knees and above, swaying left and right on the chair and continuing to speak to the beat of his fingertips. – Maybe by a couple of cubes in coffee, maybe a dozen drops of magic in the nose.
Oleg got up. It was impossible to resist a dimeter, lose their weaknesses, to overcome lust – what psychotherapy teaches. She exposed his stomach and painted wet concentric circles with her tongue.
– Stooooooooooooooooooooopa, – he moaned – save energy for the evening, get dressed.
Dimetra dutifully dressed a bright T -shirt, light tight -fitting trousers and slaps on my barefoot, Oleg, never thinking about his appearance, put on a black shirt and did not fasten his sleeves, shabby jeans and sneakers. There was a lot of time ahead. The city in the city, more precisely, under the city – metro – met with open arms of air curtains, waves of warm air rushed through the faces, a little effort – and heavy doors behind. Rails, vibrations of the platform from strikes at their joints, one of the most psychotropic sounds of the city – the hum of the inhibitory train – were smoothly woven into the web of subsequent memories.
– And went the other way? He suddenly suggested.
Without waiting for an answer, Oleg took her hand and led her to the carriage. The next station was final. The exit to the city inspired sadness, longing for the old days. The south-west was an impromptu arbat, the Gogols of the local damage: on the site near the metro were the musicians from singing about the burden of Chechen wars of people dressed in camouflage to rock musicians. All of them was related by a hat for collecting money. Each Caucasian considered it his duty to approach and offer a portion of the astral: from light plant dope to heavy intraudions. The kids who loved to paint all the free part to the noted asphalt also lived in small asphalt. Not far from the exit of the metro, Oleg’s attention and diploma immediately attracted (as in the good old days!) The musician of the absolutely hippy species confidently published guitar reefs, mixing with a persistent electronic bat, strokes of one hundred and fifty per minute, pouring from those speakers as a guitar, and a young punk loomed with an impressive iron on his head and a hat to money. It was impossible to pass indifferently past a mixture of rock and electronics, Oleg immediately threw a significant denomination of the bill and, listening, headed for a tent with water. Having bought a bottle from a nuclear nuclear yellow with the contents, he opened and looked cunningly at the dimeter.
– Well, muck! – She blurted out squeamishly.
– Do not be afraid, now there will be a candy from shit, ”he said conspiratorially, putting his hand in his pocket.
After a few seconds of a glass chime, Oleg fired a small ampoule from his pocket, containing one cube of a magic substance. A sharp fragment cut his finger – it was easily eliminated with saliva. Having poured the contents into the soda and mixing, he gave her the first sip, explaining with a smile radiant in his whole face:
– The cocktail of the future!
Dimeter uncertainly took several sips.
– Enough, otherwise he will reset along the road!
– Yeah, and the literary evening will smoothly flow into the between the landscape of the barbitur.
– And barbiturists, ”Oleg added laughing, winked and practically drained the bottle.
The next hour or two passed in a viscous haze that covered from head to toe, the air became hot and gel-like, burned fingers, the outlines of the objects changed before our eyes, the same inscriptions each time read differently. The Crocus City Hall read on the poster of the dimeter, she looked away when she returned back – “Andy Warhol contest” was already written there. Oleg held out a diploma hand, squeezed tightly and led the subway. Metro is an amazing world of merging colors, where you can, having stopped one of the passengers, lose touch with reality, to observe how the masses of strangers becomes something common, merges together. A few circles on the ring – and the effect began to let go, leaving the body only a oppressive feeling of thirst, dryness in the whole body.
– How are you??? – asked Oleg, shouting in his ear.
– Almost normal.
– And here is our station.
– Yes, we leave.
Showing invitations at the entrance, he and she went inside. The twilight insides of the club consisted of a few invited, some of which were talked, some were immersed in thought and wilds of their own cell phones. Going inside Oleg took the dimeter by the hand and took it deeper and deeper inside. Oh, how much happiness is in this touch, it would seem to be nothing special, but in fact this moment was another energy exchange.
– Hello, – an unfamiliar voice rang out behind them.
Having turned out to Dimeter, she recognized the owner of an unscrupulous voice – it was one of the literary critics, who was pushing Oleg’s work to the fluff, and her work.
– Hello, – Oleg answered relaxedly.
– And you, if not a secret, under what nicknames you are published on the server? – asked the elderly critic in appearance.
From the side, manipulating a person of advanced age by modern terms was observed.
– Woland, ”he proudly straightened up his Bulgakov nickname. – This is my wife a dimeter.
– Or is it just, ”she added.
– Ooo, – he said. – Yes, in front of me is the most gloomy authors of the site! And the guys and I wondered: whether you are a virtual couple or in life the same.
– We are in two dimensions at the same time, ”Oleg began to tell, heading for the bar and, ahead of the critic who ordered whiskey, said:
– Two Machito.
Soon, a pleasant mixture of mint and Roma irrigated the throat of dimeters, carefully listening to Oleg.
– This has many from the portal of the Internet, pretense of virtuality, and my wife and I come from 684.
– Yeah, ”she added, taking another sip.
– Ah, 684. So you probably were participants in Parnassus, literature? – the critic supported the conversation.
– And it was, – Oleg answered sadly in his eyes, rolled up the sleeves of a black shirt that he never fastened, which exposed the scars on his wrists, pulled a little more cocktail from a straw. – You have good knowledge of Chatov History. And remember our neutrino?
– Well, how can I not remember, you had a worse literature there.
– It was worthwhile to recognize the chat on Dr. Pushkin, then for the sake of the elite every year to decorate whatman in the club, so that after some ten years it all ended with one big garbage. – I concluded the dimeter finished the contents of the glass, where only ice remains from the cocktail.
– Everything has a beginning and end, – Oleg thought.
For long discussions about one of the first entertaining SMS services in the cellular network, the evening leaked, for a while the music subsided and one author on the stage replaced another, clearly, minting the phrase by the phrase reading poems and prose of an elderly literary critic, the Chatovsky story was extremely good,At this time, the outliving of itself: from the versatility of creative places there were only memories, all 684 mired in porn and advertising, nothing left of the former shine.
– Correctly noticed, – the critic agreed.
– Solid whore, – added Oleg.
– Yes, not the right word!- Seeing acquaintances, the critic slowly swinging went to them.
Following him, Oleg easily got up from a high bar stool, after which the sleeves returned to his wrists again.:
– Come on, we’ll look for a magic room, otherwise the hunt is to piss – there is no strength, ”he suggested.
Nodding the dimeter followed him, feeling a slight relaxation from Roma walking through the blood, blocking the effects of drugs and hormones, gradually removing both one, and even more – alcohol can be considered a kind of antidot and magical drops (alcohol intoxication can be capableinstantly overlap the chemical), and to hormones (in some 10 hours, alcohol washes more than the number of hormones taken, even returning the voice to the previous timbre).
Time flowed differently and after the club showed half past four in the morning, which was an amazing time of empty streets, comparative silence. Sitting at the stop Oleg cursed, carefully looked at the dimeter.
– You are my dear, ”Oleg said in a sweet excited tone.
– And you are mine, – she answered with a slight excitement.
Tighten again, not very much, letting into himself a little smoke, he threw his head back on the glass of stop and looked at the sky distorted by lanterns. Oh, how many stars hide all this useless light and how many birds – the victims of useless electricity – lost with the millennia illuminated by the stars, died, a chain of events seemed to be reflected in his full longing of his eyes.
– Lick me sneakers.
– Right here?
– And what, you are bothering smoothly approaching five o’clock in the morning?
– Not at all, – and the dimeter squatted before him.
– You are a bad girl! He exclaimed. – You did not tug the bed, did not take out the garbage. Daddy is not very pleased with you. Now you will be punished – lick!
The heat emanated from his body, touched his tongue to his sneakers practically brought to frenzy, it was difficult to then not finish … He licked a centimeter by centimeter, diligently and quickly, at times slowing down the rhythm and in such an atmosphere of absolute understanding, another hour passedthat marked the resumption of the work of the metro. Morning, there, in the south-west, the same musician stood and at first they did not understand that it was a melody, only after a few minutes the dimeter guessed the first-it was Born Slippy, perhaps for the first time played on an electric guitar.
– What music, yes? – asked Oleg, standing next to her near the underground passage and litter. He did not like electronic music, giving preference and performing mainly rock, he considered the electronics something not alive, artificial, not even music at all, but respected Underworld: his breathtaking texts and hypnotic vocals of Karl Hayd hardly could leave anyone indifferent, and the dimeter first heard for the first timeIn the year, the ninety -fifth of their Born Slippy still remained a fan, over and over again, feeling goosebumps on the back from a hearing in the player and was not sacred that, with the next chord, the words remembered by itself and she began to whisper first, and then sing: singing: to sing:
– Drive Boy, Dog Boy
DIRTY NUMB ANGEL BOY
In the Doorway Boy
She was a lipstick boy
She was a beautiful boy
And Tears Boy
And all in your Inner Space Boy
You have
Hands Girl Boy
And Steel Boy
You had chemicals boy
I`ve Grown So Close to You
Boy and You Just Groan Boy
Shey Said Come Over Come Over
She smiled at you boy
Drive Boy Dog Boy
DIRTY NUMB ANGEL BOY
In the Doorway Boy
She was a lipstick boy
She was a beautiful boy
And Tears Boy
And all in your Inner Space Boy
You have
Hands Girl Boy
And Steel Boy
You had chemicals boy
I`ve Grown So Close to You
Boy and You Just Groan Boy
Shey Said Come Over Come Over
She smiled at you ..
Hearing this street musician began to adapt to her and continued the dimeter:
– Let your Feelings Slip Boy
But never your Mask Boy
Random Blonde Boy
High Density Rhythm Blonde Boy
Blonde Country
Blonde High Density
You are my drug boy
You`re Real Boy
Speak to Me Boy
Dog Dirty Numb Cracking Boy
You`re Getting Wet Boy
Big Big Time Boy
Acid Bear Boy
Babes and Babes
And Babes and Babes and Babes
And Remembering Nothing Boy
Do you like my tin horn Boy
IT Get Wet Like Angel
DRALELED
You get a veelvet mouuth
You`re so Succulent and Beautiful
Shimmering and Dirty
Wonderful and Hot Time
On your telephone line
And God and EVERYTHING
On your Telephone
And in walk an Angel
Look at me mum
Squatting Pissed in the Tube Hole
At Tottenham Court Road
I Just Come Out of the Ship
Talking to the Most Blonde I Ever Met
SHUTING LAGER LAGER LAGER LAGER
SHUTING LAGER LAGER LAGER LAGER
SHUTING LAGER LAGER LAGER LAGER
SHUTING LAGER LAGER LAGER
Shouting Mega Mega White Thing
Mega Mega White Thing
Mega Mega White Thing
Mega Mega
SHUTING LAGER LAGER LAGER LAGER
Mega Mega White Thing
Mega Mega White Thing
So Many Things to See and Do
In the Tube Hole
True Blonde Going Back to Romford
Mega Mega Mega Going Back to Romford
HI Mum Are You Hiving Fun
And Now Are You On You Way
To a New Age Tension Headache.
Knowing many English -speaking texts, it is difficult to imagine something more ingenious, something more finished logically. The girl passing by threw several coins to the musician, after which she poured about the same amount, which was indignant at the diameter.
– No, thanks, my husband and I earn enough, – and returned a trifle to her.
Hiding in the trees densely growing up with trees, he and she dripped the rest of the magic drops. Oleg took her hand and under the influence of the drug, no, no, it was not at all scary to get lost, go along the wrong way, no. The most at the very fear of loss in life is the fear of losing yourself.
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