Monday, February 14, 2011

Homemade Turntable Belt

Traditional Winter paste from Weller

And after all: people are dying, and a lot of crime and hooliganism. Glass hit - and that's death. Monument to Pushkin smashed. How? A simple, say, a stone hit - and he crumbled. Below sixty metal becomes very fragile.
nights all-black, deader. Where Wire hrupnuli, which simply cut off the poorer district. Street signs and shop windows of saving long cut off, shops closed and went out. No light - no TV. A pair of papers published, save calls. What is saving? In the evenings when the light stoves sitting who is not pomerz ...
a day - the white silence. Trees, shrubs - Cut down, burned. Technology fractured, petrol thickens when a frost ...
buried? Who is buried there. Earth is harder than stone. House broken. Piece of ice in houses and windows were ... dark and drifts up to the second floor. Very rarely someone stumped, wrapped up like a sack of rags.
rich and cars less. In quilted casings, double glass, insulated shops, additional stove. A tryahnet on potholes - and flew suspension, such as glass, and tires burst, brittle frost.
Whisky? Cognac? Yeah. Long ago drank all that off.
cannibals? And here they were. No money, no food, nothing. Neighbor and eat. And what to do. Not a good life. Still not scary!
How. So. Bus stands in the snow, and in it - ice mummies, here's how.
Spring? Spring has not arrived yet. That is, you know what thing. Yes: Spring comes every year, advancing, and then one day went and never came. Does not happen? All ever happens ...
Next? And then? There was no further. Not it was then.
Instead of spring it was minus seventy. There is already heating frozen in the finest homes.
The Kremlin has put individual heating. Clothing began wearing a polar, as in Antarctica, the best - on the eiderdown feathers. By polar snowmobile ride of steel. At eighty degrees people have no way to live can not. So ... pop out in the suit for long. What is frost? And so that piece of ice fall from the roof of a mile away - the sound is clear, crisp, clear.

... What there now? Nothing. Here's a cold pole. Meteorological phenomenon.

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