Зверніть увагу на гармонійне злиття на папері накресленого та накрапаного. Crazy Little Thing called Time. (це речення було набране з розрахунку на шрифт Times New Roman, але через те, що це не мало ніякого сенсу і ніяк не впливало на сприйняття речення - це не так. Майже так, бо ці речення такі набрані шрифтом Times New Roman, але це не має ніякого сенсу, бо всі ці речення не мають ніякого зв'язку із зображенням нижче, але існують через нездійсненні обставини.)
субота, 17 серпня 2013 р.
ВАСИЛЬ СЛАПЧУК
Історія за цим така. Наприкінці червня я готував матеріали для TRUCK. Ігор Котик відправив мені деякий масив текстів. Всі вони мали бути у перекладі, але перші надіслані мені результи виявились незадовільної якості. Тому тексти українських авторів у TRUCK за липень були представлені як в перекладі, так і без нього. Внаслідок цього тексти Василя Слапчука на деякий час випали з уваги. А тепер вони повернулись, але вже на СЕКС-уа. І хай пробачить мене автор.
пʼятниця, 16 серпня 2013 р.
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He's not the arms on bastards neck
There were no brawling marks
And still the wobble is not solid
And every turn just downs the wall
The whammy popping raw saw
For flow of goo to dry
But as some curious
were asking how the hammer
crooked the lame
The roll was just a dazzle
And so were eyes
He was not a whammy scanner
But his head was not so solid
He was not as hammered bell-boy
But his arms marked every wall
He is crooked as roller is
But his neck still not as screwed
He was lame and jizzy bastard
Brawling wobbles down the goo
He wobbles as some wave arms
He shacks his neck on every turn
To rave on curved line
Ringing "storm the wall, it stinks"
And he was hammered
By the bell
His arms were clutched
When legs were going back on goo
No head no neck and lots of jizz
Now signing glory place
There were no brawling marks
And still the wobble is not solid
And every turn just downs the wall
The whammy popping raw saw
For flow of goo to dry
But as some curious
were asking how the hammer
crooked the lame
The roll was just a dazzle
And so were eyes
He was not a whammy scanner
But his head was not so solid
He was not as hammered bell-boy
But his arms marked every wall
He is crooked as roller is
But his neck still not as screwed
He was lame and jizzy bastard
Brawling wobbles down the goo
He wobbles as some wave arms
He shacks his neck on every turn
To rave on curved line
Ringing "storm the wall, it stinks"
And he was hammered
By the bell
His arms were clutched
When legs were going back on goo
No head no neck and lots of jizz
Now signing glory place
Andrea Leonessa - NENIA
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четвер, 15 серпня 2013 р.
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