Утро, я тихо прусь перед компом - сказывается бессонная ночь. Сижу и тупо пялюсь в экран, говорю с кем-то. Не помню, о чем. Не важно. Дальше - интересней. Собрался, встретился с Юнгой и Айлур... Сходили в синагогу... Ндааа... Красиво там. Но скучно. Что ж, хотя бы оскарбил бога своим присутствием в храме его. Сойдет. Потом домой поехал. Поспааааал. Проснулся от боли. Но ТАКОЙ боли не было уже очень давно. 30 минут. Судороги продолжались гребанных полчаса. Это было невыносимо. Совершенно. Минуте к двадцатой завыл в подушку. Потом еще долго не мог встать. Левую ногу не чувствую до сих пор, нормально. Сходил к репетитору... День прошел зря. Ненавижу такие дни. Он еще более пуст, чем я.
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The drugs they say make us feel so hollow
We love in vain narcissistic and so shallow
The cops and queers to swim you have to swallow
Hate today, no love for tomorrow
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low and blow your mind
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not then they love another
The drugs they say are made in California
We love your face
We'd really like to sell you
The cops and queers make good-looking models
I hate today
Who will I wake up with tomorrow?
There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low and blow your mind
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not then they love another
There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low and blow your mind, blow your mind
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
«Marilyn Manson - The Beautiful People»
I don't want you and I don't need you
don't bother to resist, I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong
the beautiful people, the beautiful people
it's all relative to the size of your steeple
you can't see the forest for the trees
you can't smell
your own shit on your knees
Hey you, what do you see?
something beautiful, something free?
hey you, are you trying to be mean?
if you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean
there's no time to discriminate,
hate every motherfucker
that's in your way
the worms will live in every host
it's hard to pick which one they eat most
the horrible people, the horrible people
it's as anatomic as the size of your steeple
capitalism has made it this way,
old-fashioned fascism
will take it away
(chorus)