KURALLA named after Cold.

1.Do not swear (except in extreme cases);
2.You can discuss everything;
3.You can call the last album Cold shit;
4.You can call the album "The Different Kind of Pain" snotty;
5.The first 3 albums of the group shit cannot be called.

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And if you suddenly seem to you that blogs are pacified and all things, then you should not put everything on the shoulders of “who betrayed the Oldfags”, “Rastye” and “Kosaaredrochev”, but simply start changing the overall picture? What will you do when you find yourself on a sinking ship? You will take up the match and yell that everyone around is to blame, and the captain is a complete asshole, thereby dooming himself to the inevitable death? Or try to break through to boats, having the opportunity to survive? Write posts, glue industry, make a srach, post kul-stori, "break through to boats". If it’s easier for you to sit in a match and tear a throat, then p*.

The one who to bring someone out of the minus is the one that spits the chicken, the one that is just a philanthropist. In any case, such an average citizen as you just can’t understand.

If you go into one tiny, one -story, spanned Parisian bar, and behind the counter this evening is the right bartender, then you can see the unique lost release of the player of a certain Maxim Mulakov. But first you need to prove that you are a fan of a bald.
They will ask you: “What do you want to drink this glorious evening?". Despite everything, answer "absinthe". Any other drink, whether it be water or whiskey, will kill you in a dream.
Then you will be asked about the variety, and it is imperative to say one of the two: “Such that a person can’t drink” or “good. The best ". If you ask another absinthe, then 13 days will torment you of nightmares. With every night they will be worse until the thirteenth nightmare comes, which will pursue you for the rest of your life in a dream and in reality. Do not try to deceive the bartender – the door is locked after you. You have to drink what he will give, even if it is a certain death. The fact that such a powerful person honored you with an audience is already a great honor. In addition, I heard how the dying in the dying wheezing praised his drinks.
If you went so far before your fate becomes inevitable, the bartender will say: “Be careful – this is my best absinthe”. Here you can make one of two. We can say literally the following: "I overestimated my strength and wish you a good evening". If the bartender nods, you can go out into the door that you entered, completely unharmed, without acquiring anything and without losing anything (except the time spent in the bar).
And you can continue. A seven -fraud glass will be given to you, each face of which gracefully bends under the bowl, gradually forming a smooth and comfortable leg. You will also get a very, very, extremely special spoon for absinthe in the form of a key; A cube of sugar floods alcohol through the holes at the end of the key. And, of course, an unexplored bottle, which had long lost the label, with fragments of paper, covered with centuries -old dust.
The spoon is completely flat, but she has two sides differing in appearance: one with a groove along the key handle, and the other without. Lower the key with a groove down. If you try to do this, holding the key with the front side, then the taste of absinthe will be disgusting, your nose seems to be overwhelmed, and your eyes will squeeze in the eye sockets from the spectacle of indescribable nightmares from other worlds. So, if you hold the spoon correctly, begin to prepare absinthe “according to science” (put sugar on a spoon and fill in alcohol so that it acquires a characteristic color and “special properties”).
Say "For your health!»To your friend Bartender and drink to the bottom. If you drink otherwise, absinthe will burn your insides, you shamefully poured sulfuric acid in them.
If everything is done correctly, the light, already dull, will completely go out and the bar will cover the darkness. Don’t be afraid; darkness is a sign that you are allowed to inspect the exhibit. Water the darkness, and be it like a grave, otherwise the bartender will help you be in it.
Finally (quite soon, after two or three minutes) the bright green light of the spotlight shines on the door on the far wall of the bar. The whole bar will be flooded green, and not only because of the spotlight. Spherical green clots of light will slowly fly around the room, and the bartender will disappear somewhere, and with him-unremarkable visitors sitting in the bar. There is no threat here, consider this moment a kind of "security island". If you have not finished absent, you can leave it, but alcohol may come in handy. In any case, take a spoon and insert the portal key well in the green well. It is perfect and when it reaches the end of the well, a ringing click will be heard.
Inside there will be a small elevator where the most beautiful woman will be waiting for you, which can be seen by the eyes of mortals; It will illuminate the green light at a special angle, refracting behind her back in the line, resembling wings.
The green fairy herself will ask you: “You are upstairs?", And, given how much you have already overcome, it will be most reasonable to answer in the affirmative.
The last obstacle remains. She will ask you when you will go into the elevator compartment: “How do you evaluate Loginovo’s work in comparison with the work of, say, Ivan Loev. In response, I must say: "Today I came to look at something more than art".
Answer differently – and the green spotlight will go out, the doors will slam slap, and the elevator will fall into the apparent bottomless blackness, which will cut out the light only when the elevator reaches the depths of the hellish abyss. So, if the elevator goes up, then the green light will also go out, but the cool light of the moon will be replaced. But before you can recognize it, the elevator will reach the top … Well, so as not to complicate everything, let’s call it a mine.
I am not as sure of this as the rest, but they say that if the green fairy will kiss you on the cheek before leaving the elevator, you will always be accompanied by creative inspiration: a relentless, ever -changeable muse. She cannot be asked about it, you can not kiss her yourself, she must do it at her own free will. If not … What, nothing will happen, but why do it in vain and angry a woman who has kept the secret release of Mulakov in inviolability for so many years? From the elevator you will get into the living room of the beginning of the last century, where the poster of Maxim Mulakov will hang on the left half of the wall, and the door will be on the right.
It makes sense not to rush and read the poster – the meaning of Mulakov is clarified there. You see, in the 1920s he was a starving reviewer, who created to free himself from everyone before deliberate, and he succeeded. Once, having spent the night in a tiny, one-story, spat on a Parisian bar, he began to write … Gamera. First with the luls. Then full fals. Then the images that appear on the bands of the newspapers the next day. Then – next week. Then – 50 years ago, after 100 years in the future, 200 years ago ..
Then, on the last night of his life, he abducted three young girls directly from their dwellings, killed them and wrote his greatest masterpieces with red and yellow colors from the blood and biles of virgins – the greatest player.
He committed suicide as soon as he wrote this issue.
They are behind the door.
On the first six located on the left, the following is depicted (from left to right): the best releases of the gamezor.
So, six plus six is ​​twelve. But what about the thirteenth release?
It hangs on a nail with a canvas to the observer, and the image to the wall. A rope is extended in front of her, blocking the path even on distant approaches, and under an inverted image there is an inscription in three languages. Upper-by the letters of Seraphim, the lower-runes of the highest demonic orders, and in the middle-in Latin.
Do not touch
Just like with a kiss, here I can’t be completely sure, but still … I have heard that, dying, Mulakov ripped off his scalp, pulled out of himself all the insides and the very soul and brought them to the release, creating a kind of collage. How he took his own corpse and created such a monstrous masterpiece, I can never say, and if I could, I did not dare.
So … if you get there, maybe you will turn the canvas and somehow tell me? For example, for drinking.