по-моему, здорово, спасибо
Оригинал взят у altana в "Вай-фай-рэп" Даны Сидерос
Оригинал здесь
for about fifteen years it had been in the air
since we took up this chatting here and there
ever since everyone
got themselves an e-mail
e-mails are about as solid as trails
of chalk or breadcrumbs
one good rainfall
and they disappear to be never recalled
we chose to agree with david brin
we passively waited for it to begin
at forums
then in blogs
then in social networks
we molded our fear into words and letters
into morbidly witty
epistolary art
about the thing that will do us part
i guess it was such a pathetic scene
lame critters glued to their glowing screens
they hunch
and they squint
and they type peck peck peck
while they could be breaking somebody's neck
while they could be kissing somebody's neck
they could throw off tyranny wash the dishes
travel the world and fulfill people's wishes
no they just sat there
with buttocks flat
stiff fingers crooked
and eyes red
bent over keyboards like big question marks
but they pulled the plug, saved us
and tore us apart
and now you go tell them
we were one and the same
i don't even think that I know your real name
all i know
is that you like sweet tea with salt crackers
you are stingy with commas and wasteful with brackets
throw them six in a row one is not enough
to remotely express the depth of your laugh
to reflect your smile
on the far shore of the text
we had hundreds of friends
and now how much is left
i still talk to you in my head
or on paper
you might notice there are no capital letters
thing is i kept reaching for a phantom [shift]
dropped my pen
then gave up on this shit
okay bud good talk
some giggles some whines
i draw the [save] button
push it several times
there is no [backspace]
but there are some redundant lines
i black them out with vigor
but still you might read if you try
[do you really think we ceased to exist
i live and i breathe all the same
i'm a set of some purposeless symbols
but ain't they a beautiful set]
my words used to be delivered to you
in a second in two at most
and before in a day in a week
or how long the train goes month or more
perhaps in a year or in the next life
and now it is just like before
so farewell meets hello
again and again
in order to fit
the envelope well
i mean not an envelope
just a pack of gitanes
the ones we used to smoke
we who were left behind
in the dead sea of log files
where they still laugh and weep
jelly beans
spilled before every
hi there
and after each
forgive
me
Оригинал здесь
for about fifteen years it had been in the air
since we took up this chatting here and there
ever since everyone
got themselves an e-mail
e-mails are about as solid as trails
of chalk or breadcrumbs
one good rainfall
and they disappear to be never recalled
we chose to agree with david brin
we passively waited for it to begin
at forums
then in blogs
then in social networks
we molded our fear into words and letters
into morbidly witty
epistolary art
about the thing that will do us part
i guess it was such a pathetic scene
lame critters glued to their glowing screens
they hunch
and they squint
and they type peck peck peck
while they could be breaking somebody's neck
while they could be kissing somebody's neck
they could throw off tyranny wash the dishes
travel the world and fulfill people's wishes
no they just sat there
with buttocks flat
stiff fingers crooked
and eyes red
bent over keyboards like big question marks
but they pulled the plug, saved us
and tore us apart
and now you go tell them
we were one and the same
i don't even think that I know your real name
all i know
is that you like sweet tea with salt crackers
you are stingy with commas and wasteful with brackets
throw them six in a row one is not enough
to remotely express the depth of your laugh
to reflect your smile
on the far shore of the text
we had hundreds of friends
and now how much is left
i still talk to you in my head
or on paper
you might notice there are no capital letters
thing is i kept reaching for a phantom [shift]
dropped my pen
then gave up on this shit
okay bud good talk
some giggles some whines
i draw the [save] button
push it several times
there is no [backspace]
but there are some redundant lines
i black them out with vigor
but still you might read if you try
[do you really think we ceased to exist
i live and i breathe all the same
i'm a set of some purposeless symbols
but ain't they a beautiful set]
my words used to be delivered to you
in a second in two at most
and before in a day in a week
or how long the train goes month or more
perhaps in a year or in the next life
and now it is just like before
so farewell meets hello
again and again
in order to fit
the envelope well
i mean not an envelope
just a pack of gitanes
the ones we used to smoke
we who were left behind
in the dead sea of log files
where they still laugh and weep
jelly beans
spilled before every
hi there
and after each
forgive
me