Basil and mold

Perhaps not everything that is written is worth reading ...



Vasily , who was not in demand by the women of the office, left the high floor of his work in the difficult daily world and began to ride the metro car to the textile workers waiting for him. Having experimentally positioned himself in a profitable door geometry, Vasily focused the insides of the body on the perception of the necessary electric music from a carefully uncrapped OiDop. The holes in the ears of Vasily were closely filled with incomprehensible creative art. Vasily began to trudge rhythmically and despise those who were unable to understand the actual culture of hopeless people. In all directions from Vasily, life, consisting of differently sized torsos, patiently languished, slowly subtracting the stops by the brain.

Vasily strode home with confident feet, remembering to himself the evening necessary things. Vasily’s body was preparing to eat a good soup and was full of peace in a special computer chair on wheels - for the skillful use of modern network technologies. Vasily's hands and head became hungry during the day with invisible good friends. Even more sincere mutual relations with noble friends would like to use your fingers to press offensive buttons against Vasily’s enemies, nailing the pale flesh of enemy ratings, karma and bodhiharm with scary red crosses. Vasily confidently burped, in a hurry to eat soup, licked his naughty lips, loving cleanliness, drowned the Start button in a trained manner and patiently waited for the beginning of electronic life.

The national network "Obrydlr" took possession of the screen, strictly asking Vasily in fashionable rounded letters: "Reunite. Masonic lodge of the national elite of the 3rd grade - "Hurray" or "Not Hurray"? Press the necessary ". Vasily loyally pressed “Hurray” with a trained finger with an uneven nail and gave it to eagerly suck himself into the lilac designer bowels of the folk interface.

In the bowels of Vasily there was an avatar with a courageous, but smart man on it, the nickname “UnixMen№152” (since from 1 to 151 all Unixmen were occupied by other difficult elite men), the status was “Intellectual of the 2nd category” and the rating was 2,086,329 conditional jobs. Vasily swallowed the ugly product of the winter cold in the womb and puzzled the brain considering the changes in the number of jobs. The findings of the brain did not begin to please Vasily with their hardened truth - there were fewer jobs than Vasily remembered in the attentive memory of his head the day before.

Vasily's face found anger at the wrong behavior of life. Vasily wanted to comprehend the causes of the malfunction of the world. A difficult investigation brought unsweetened results - Vasily’s laborious post “How to do startups in Windows 7”, which he donated for the third day to make friends more envious of enemies, didn’t overload the jackalach attacks of the lumpen community “gRtSicK 129.01 - all time framework, and 128.67 - shit ".

Vasily verbally realized the inevitability of revenge and by turning his neck with his head to the necessary refrigerator sent streams of sticky thoughts into the stony channel of sudden retaliation measures <...>