Speak English, please! (Preved!)

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There are a couple of ontholigical questions I find fascinating.

First: “language and onthology”.
In particular, what compelled a Russian speaker to revive an English-language necrothread on a Russian-speaking forum, and why the variety of the topics, discussed in Russian here elsewhere didn’t seem complex enough. Is that a lingiustical or onthological problem?

Second: “the meaning of freedom” :D
 
The meaning of freedom to register on the forum, where there is a topic in English and speak English. Such is freedom in Holland?
This is true and ontologically.
 
How did you get the word “necrothreat’ ”in the spirit of Phrom? Interesting and toxic ...
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Why are you speaking anywhere in Russian and not speaking in English here?

If you have a little time we could speak on different themes.
From flowers, knitting to cars, girls and soon. There is only one rule: speak English.

Let's start together speak English.

Where can I buy knitting things? (knitting needles, yarn)
Or where can I buy things for woodworking? (carver, dry wood)

When I was a child I worked with wood and now I wish to do it again.
Can you help me?
Or maybe do you need help?

I think it's enough for first post in English section.
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Pipoos
 
I call the higher world imperishable

World kneeling is slow,
Unhurried that old man in his carriage,
Moderation on the porch of the universe
Do not detract from the riot of black paint.

And it seems, here I look at the sky,
That in the black night
The moon is bitten by that piece of bread
Or brilliant under the silver prom coin.

Scattered with treacherous brilliantin
Bundles, passing through someone's life - strings,
Through the darkness reaching the top of the picture
The remnants of prairie on salmon piercing.

Apotheosis - those actions on the arena!
From the pathos of the great formidable essence,
Burning mound that fallen wood,
Holy destiny in the halo of turbidity.

Last minute and ashes rule here
On the holiday insidiously small
Where the motley clown rules on the arena
Falsetto hysterical cry.

Everything remains, poor planet,
Everlastingly going on the universe
You clear the role of the poet today,
Fireman wash you foam.

Planet - the continuation of the universe,
Oh, people, can not stand the heart?
I call the higher world imperishable
And the good God opens the door.

sshone 050219 14-12-07
 
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