I saw in Number 1A. Lubomír Tomik Through a crevice in the fist in Figure 1A I saw: Cheshire Cat and outlines of whales the body of a shipwrecked ant lifted hedges of the French coast contours of the breast in the middle wolf eyes mainly two rifles for rats pea pods falling to the ground during autumn legs of an eighteen-year-old figure skater after training coated with gear oil on the upper left welcoming the citizens of the tragedy bamboo from the pomegranate forests fake geisha as in Japanese paintings he stands by the river and discusses the long lines of ink for a long time head of a laughing old man from the mountain legions stretching through a snowy pass Black Panther God Pope with butterfly wings man with mirror hair owls crooked couch on which sits a Chinese porcelain doll fish with an open mouth sitting staring at you statue of a napoleonic soldier one-eyed dog creeping in the grass two figures in animal furs pressed infinitely together a pile of fallen broken red heels, I saw through the crack in my fist in Number 1.A.
Včera jsem psal o Neuvěřitelný příběh. Knife, Master, etc. – Midian Poet ,
pro VŠECHNY fanoušky Paula Speckmanna, Master, všech jeho dalších projektů:
A stejnou dlaní mi pak zakryla oči,
byl jsem jen další chod,
na Večeři…u Minského.
And then she covered my eyes with the same palm,
I was just another run,
at Dinner … at Minsk.
Crowley's personal boy. Lubomír Tomik how many ice floes in the shape of protozoa, swaying on the freezing stream of the river, probably february, dripping condensed breath, how much blood flows in the veins, how many generations of the unborn pass through the vas deferens. On the side of the road, protruding intestin, eyes full of tears , cat fur coat embedded in asphalt road. Crowley's personal, rusty boy.
Mexico -Denmark, he can leave his eyes on Her.