Bradbury

burnt torches
conversation with a person
cyborg decision
tinted windows
talking with pills
when it seems
talking to the walls
dangerous minority
the one who should
short war
how i was recruited
the main thing
artificial inheritance
midnight love
first shot
baptism by firing squad
conceptual attempt
the day before the war
17 years
how will it be
ruthlessness
thinking
sum of life
when we were gone
last lie
nothing else
inhabitants of the future
long night
indifferent voices
cyborg patrol
be bad
in blue shorts
great day
without air
certificates
tell them
fiery river
establishing order
strangulation of youngsters
women without periods
after three words
out of depression

     burnt torches
     people are like torches / Bradbury
people don't look like themselves for a long time:
they avoid open places,
afraid of us unarmed

they are like burnt torches!
they are no longer needed

     conversation with a person
     people don't talk about anything / Bradbury
because they don't think about anything
they don't feel anything

in fact, there are almost no people left

     cyborg solution
     there are too many of us / Bradbury
we interfere with each other
even die

there are too many of them, the cyborgs decided

     tinted windows
     ... break glass / at Bradbury
all windows are tinted...
why is it so important?

if they see you
they want to kill you

     when it seems
     I think they are husband and wife
     / Bradbury
sometimes they think they are husband and wife

...but how can I fix this?
who to ask?

     talking to the walls
     I can talk to the walls / by Bradbury
I love talking to walls...
talk, talk, then touch -
no, still cold

then you say again
talk, talk, talk

     dangerous minority
most are easily intimidated by Bradbury
... it is enough to shout: disperse!,
you don't know what you want

... now if there were five or ten of you
, then yes - you would be dangerous


     the one who should
     ... the one who should destroy
     / at Bradbury
! someone has to destroy
, you can not rely only on youngsters

someone has to believe in nothing
, not only 'ZK' and divorcees

     short war
     he will come back... so he was told...
     /at Bradbury
then this is not a war at all ...
war is when you get tired of fighting
and real life is when you get tired of living

and a short war is like a too long life
, it's empty, boy

     how i was recruited
     it's going to war / at Bradbury
I didn't believe it either.
read books picked up in the trash

this is how they recruited me...
now i'm with them

     the main thing
     you are not alone now / Bradbury
there are a lot of us chipped ...
we can easily recognize each other

we don't want to be hated
the main thing for us is that there are many of us
 
     artificial inheritance
     heredity?.. a curious thing / Bradbury
Turns out you've been programmed too...
? but who and why

need to ask AI

     midnight love
The police are very fond of the demonstrators:
"beats means loves" - remember?

midnight is always a holiday, like
you can love

     first shot
     shoot and be done with it / at Bradbury
let the orchestra play on my signal
then the choir will enter...

with the first shot the world will change,
they say it gets better

     baptism by firing squad
     baptism? .. is it like a shooting?
     /at Bradbury
water washes away sins ... I don’t understand -
what is sin?
well, it's like... - the old punk chooses words:
that's all you want

     conceptual attempt
     I will die trying to escape / at Bradbury
but we already tried!

try again...
until you all die

     the day before the war
     this is how his day turned out
     / at Bradbury's
opened my eyes
, raised on the elbow
, found a cigarette butt ...:
"What day is it today? Do you hear, 'manda'..."

     17 years
     I'm 17 and I'm crazy / at Bradbury's
this is the most amazing...

... people exist in the pupils
funny little bastards
... let the mirror stand against the mirror so that
"I am 17 years old..."

     how will it be
     It won't always be like this / Bradbury
? but as...
how to live among cyborgs...
? how to live without sour tears and
sweet smell of love

... they say that now it will always be so

     ruthlessness
     enemies of truth and freedom / at Bradbury
ruthlessness is needed not only towards enemies
but also to friends

and then forget everything...
just interlock dry fingers

     thinking
     I thought one thing, but did something
     completely different / Bradbury
I wish I didn't think
, remained a simple skillful cyborg

And now I think all the time - Why do I need it

     sum of life
     destroys responsibility / from Bradbury
we are hard to miss
, such as a strategic bomber
... it turns out we are also strategic
weapon

which destroys responsibly,
sums up biological life

     when we were gone
     no one ... no / at Bradbury
we are not yet...
? how it is without us - a misunderstanding ...

these wars started on the same
day
when we weren't there

     last lie
it will last a long time...maybe all
night
will sharply smell burnt and you
try to hug

in the morning the network will say: it was a meteorite
not love at all

     nothing else
the orchestra beats the march
He doesn't know anything else...
we line up shoulder to shoulder

we can't do anything else

     inhabitants of the future
               /at Bradbury
approach, squeamishly touch:
? that's what we were
? this is how we reproduced
wow what a punk

     long night
     long day / at Bradbury
! well a day
... we look and understand that
this is the last time
that then it will be only night
, long long night

     indifferent voices
the minority has long been in the majority ...
it calls us a "minority"
it assures that we are few - and
shouldn't be at all

they have sexless bodies and indifferent voices

     cyborg patrol
while you're still walking...
you are beyond suspicion
! but only as long as you go

until you stop and
didn't meet their eyes

     be bad
yes, they look like us... but -
we don't understand them
...we're freaking out
we torture animals

they don't do it...
? they don't want to be bad

     in blue shorts
people I meet smile...
and I, returning from 'blyadki', also:
take it, I'm sick of it...

stay in blue shorts
,at night
when everyone is smiling

     great day
     one fine day / at Bradbury
on this day you cut through that
you are tamed, like trained

and that this day is like the bottom

     without air...
here you live...
and you're running out of air
and they yell "police!" when
you get a dick...

bad guys, without air

     certificates
I live and work
I live and work again
don't ask for my callsign

I always turn my back on you
certificates

     tell them
! tell them i'm always right
I quote Blake and kick
cans

I know exactly what I don't want

     fiery river
... the salamander looks through translucent
eyelids
as I enter the fiery river
covering the eggs

I'm looking for salvation from neuroleptics
I haven't met a man in a long time
only plumbers and scarecrows
kitty

     establishing order
     crush the order / Bakunin
in a one-room solitary tidy up with more
, throw out the excess from the balcony
,tune a dusty guitar
,'zalabat' "House of the Rising Sun"

...restore broken order

     strangulation of youngsters
     simple "normal" people /Arbenina
? and there are - I quickly look around:
there is a maniac with a purple tint of eyes
, he does not mow at all under "normal"
... he still munch,even dark
stroked the blue leg of a suffocating youngster
...he feels okay, winks:
like - "come on, I'll show you something ..."

     women without periods
     a future where books are burned
     / by Bradbury
bare scrap on Mars:
beer from urine and hawk from feces
, black-black sky and slender women
without menstruation

...there is no book

     after three words
there is no Enlightenment and even no Service...
here are all the signs of autism: an obsession with mathematics
, depression

! take after three words for a fiery thigh or
behind the icy barrel

     out of depression
...getting out of depression isn't easy
, here and Ladisan does not roll
... in St. Elizabeth's Monastery they said:
pray, fast, forget the past
to remember the past is a great sin

! type - there is only a happy present