beatcracker: (Йожъ)

От кодеина подушечки пальцев теряют чувствительность и тогда ежиков можно брать голыми руками ...

beatcracker: (Йожъ)

От кодеина подушечки пальцев теряют чувствительность и тогда ежиков можно брать голыми руками ...

beatcracker: (Йожъ)

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Примечание wiker’а. Всё! Материал отформотирован в соответствии с оригиналом (ссылка ниже). В некоторых местах я сделал несколько иное форматирование, во имя удобочитаемости. Косяки перевода пока не исправил — лучше ещё какой-нибудь док отформатирую. Приятного чтения  :)

Автор: danielwang «Mozilla Thunderbird 1.0 Getting Started Guide»

Перевод: Александр Удовидченко aka Barkett 2004.12.9-10



И эти люди запрещают мне ковыряться в носу еще имеют что-то против Майкрософт.

beatcracker: (Йожъ)

Руководство мигрирующего пользователя


Примечание wiker’а. Всё! Материал отформотирован в соответствии с оригиналом (ссылка ниже). В некоторых местах я сделал несколько иное форматирование, во имя удобочитаемости. Косяки перевода пока не исправил — лучше ещё какой-нибудь док отформатирую. Приятного чтения  :)

Автор: danielwang «Mozilla Thunderbird 1.0 Getting Started Guide»

Перевод: Александр Удовидченко aka Barkett 2004.12.9-10



И эти люди запрещают мне ковыряться в носу еще имеют что-то против Майкрософт.

Insomnia

Thursday, 13 September 2007 17:20
beatcracker: (Йожъ)

Insomnia

Insomnia

Thursday, 13 September 2007 17:20
beatcracker: (Йожъ)

Insomnia

beatcracker: (Йожъ)

Red leafs, dead flies, wet shoes. This autumn will break a lot of things. One of them is my poor, emaciated mind. Here at late nights, I trying to reassemble disordered fragments of memories and lay them down into their places. No scream, no violent thoughts, nothing at all for this time. Just a plain text, running away from my fingertips. I'm so calm, peaceful and a little bit sleepy right now. Nothing scares me, nothing worries me, there is no one except me here. Lone and tired, I sit in my old armchair, fighting with slumber (a lazy fight, I would say to you) and typing random words, coming from nowhere. And I don't care at all. About tomorrow. About myself. About others. Yep, I'm a careless, yawning person tonight. In fact, I even have nothing more to write here. So I bless you with my careless spell and leaving this place till next time. Ta-ta!

beatcracker: (Йожъ)

Red leafs, dead flies, wet shoes. This autumn will break a lot of things. One of them is my poor, emaciated mind. Here at late nights, I trying to reassemble disordered fragments of memories and lay them down into their places. No scream, no violent thoughts, nothing at all for this time. Just a plain text, running away from my fingertips. I'm so calm, peaceful and a little bit sleepy right now. Nothing scares me, nothing worries me, there is no one except me here. Lone and tired, I sit in my old armchair, fighting with slumber (a lazy fight, I would say to you) and typing random words, coming from nowhere. And I don't care at all. About tomorrow. About myself. About others. Yep, I'm a careless, yawning person tonight. In fact, I even have nothing more to write here. So I bless you with my careless spell and leaving this place till next time. Ta-ta!

WEB 2.0

Thursday, 13 September 2007 00:34
beatcracker: (Йожъ)

WEB 2.0

WEB 2.0

Thursday, 13 September 2007 00:34
beatcracker: (Йожъ)

WEB 2.0

beatcracker: (Йожъ)

Мне хочется кричать ... )

beatcracker: (Йожъ)

Мне хочется кричать ... )

beatcracker: (Йожъ)

Мой журнал в переводе гугеля.

Fucking ROFL!

beatcracker: (Йожъ)

Мой журнал в переводе гугеля.

Fucking ROFL!

Gimme love ...

Wednesday, 12 September 2007 17:36
beatcracker: (Йожъ)

Now is the time to say how much I really love you, Baby.
Show me the sign, and I will stay with you all through the night.
When we're apart I spend each moment thinking of you, Baby.
You're in my heart - I'll always keep you close and hold you tight.

You remember first time we met - how I told you
I had to make you mine?
Who can blame a young boy for wanting to hold you
because you look so fine?

Let me tell you once more:
You're the one I adore. )

Gimme love ...

Wednesday, 12 September 2007 17:36
beatcracker: (Йожъ)

Now is the time to say how much I really love you, Baby.
Show me the sign, and I will stay with you all through the night.
When we're apart I spend each moment thinking of you, Baby.
You're in my heart - I'll always keep you close and hold you tight.

You remember first time we met - how I told you
I had to make you mine?
Who can blame a young boy for wanting to hold you
because you look so fine?

Let me tell you once more:
You're the one I adore. )

Despair ...

Wednesday, 12 September 2007 14:36
beatcracker: (Йожъ)

Gray adhesive shit ...

I HAS A MENTLE ILNUS

Despair ...

Wednesday, 12 September 2007 14:36
beatcracker: (Йожъ)

Gray adhesive shit ...

I HAS A MENTLE ILNUS

beatcracker: (Йожъ)
Cold. Cold. Cold. I'm so terrible cold, it sucks all my strength, all my wishes, all my mind through every pore of my skin. It freeze drying me, making me look and feel like century age old mummy laying in its tomb, staring with empty eye-sockets into the leaking fluid of time. And I can't take it for too long. No one can. I try to dispel it, try to burn all my body cell's generated heat to stay alive. I feed myself, I clothe myself, I try to run away from it. But its inevitably returns, fucking laughing at my face, picking me with it's gnarled finger, licking me with it's rugged tongue, floating around, waiting for my warm blood. I even can't cry, because it just crystallizes my tears into salt snowflakes, that cut my eyes. I need to fight it, but I don't know how. I can't hit it with my fists, I just can't hurt this terrible hollowness. But it can and it hurts me. So I just counting my days and waiting for miracle. And if you reading this, I may be still alive ...
beatcracker: (Йожъ)
Cold. Cold. Cold. I'm so terrible cold, it sucks all my strength, all my wishes, all my mind through every pore of my skin. It freeze drying me, making me look and feel like century age old mummy laying in its tomb, staring with empty eye-sockets into the leaking fluid of time. And I can't take it for too long. No one can. I try to dispel it, try to burn all my body cell's generated heat to stay alive. I feed myself, I clothe myself, I try to run away from it. But its inevitably returns, fucking laughing at my face, picking me with it's gnarled finger, licking me with it's rugged tongue, floating around, waiting for my warm blood. I even can't cry, because it just crystallizes my tears into salt snowflakes, that cut my eyes. I need to fight it, but I don't know how. I can't hit it with my fists, I just can't hurt this terrible hollowness. But it can and it hurts me. So I just counting my days and waiting for miracle. And if you reading this, I may be still alive ...

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