Dainty. Lubomir Tomik Eyes glowed with orgasm, that's ragnarok thought to me, it's a rognarok, it's a regnorak, it's a ragnarok , and Fenrir is already wagging his tail. He would like a dainty.
When you get to the end of the scene. Lubomír Tomik when you get to the end of the scene the celluloid melts pours over the edge of the table flows down on you I draw shapes with my eyes on him pupil prints in the area just below the ribs in which electric shocks burst dry the other woman suddenly looks me in the eye in my hand Your breast in a cloud of fragrant smoke WE are at the end of the scene.
Stand for coffee and wait. Lubomír Tomik murderous creaking of worms in furniture, clinking triangles into men in fractions, choirs down the streets, a river of souls flowing around a quiet door sometimes it freezes sometimes it is dry and only sometimes, rare, comes out of the trough and sweeps everything in front of . Stand for coffee and wait.
,,Our old enemy, the SATAN !!!“ -said priest at Sunday Mass.
I noticed and cut my ears.
-Oh dear,, we’re in the middle of a soul conflict!!!
…i když něco mezi námi je a není…dnes jsi se mnou od brzkého rána… pořád.
On the gun carriage E.P. /for You/ Lubomír Tomik On a carriage of ghosts of running water glued to the red tail lights of death, E.P. leaves and I wander through Venice, the gondolas collide, they shatter easily like couples in love in the early evening, just like that, it would be said. just like that /and E.P. is ...of course.... ...Ezra. /
Nedokáži přežít TEĎ. Lubomír Tomik Nedokáži přežít TEĎ bez Tebe, čas je gumička ve Tvých vlasech , natahuje se a smršťuje, čas je Tvůj úsměv, natahuje se a smršťuje, čas je smrt vedle v nemocničním pokoji při docela dobrém obědě, najednou zmatek a shon, několik týdnů jsem se nehnul z pokoje, max na na invalidním vozíku , záchod a potají do sprchy, po nehodě jsem znal jen jeden ostrov, na něm Ty a pokoj s vyhlídkou na život, po jídle se natáhnout a otočit na druhý bok, zavřít oči a díval se do Tvých, vše ostatní …nereálné, nedůležité….nějaká smrt při docela dobrém obědě, ve vedlejším pokoji, jen nedokáži přežít teď, bez Tebe.
I can't survive NOW. Lubomír Tomik I can't survive NOW without you, time is a rubber band in Your hair, it stretches and contracts, time is Your smile it stretches and contracts, time is death next door in the hospital room at a pretty good lunch, suddenly confusion and hustle, I didn't move out of the room for a few weeks, only on a wheelchair, toilet and secretly in the shower, after the accident I only knew one island, on it You and a room with a view to life, after the meal I reached out and turned to the other side, close eyes and looked at yours, everything else was… unrealistic, not recommended… .some death at a pretty good lunch, in the next room, just can't survive NOW without YOU.
…vzniku podobné skladby jsem se účastnil.
A dakhma, also known as the Tower of Silence, is a circular, raised structure built by Zoroastrians for excarnation – that is, the exposure of dead human bodies to carrion birds, usually vultures.
Zoroastrian exposure of the dead is first attested in the mid-5th century BCE Histories of Herodotus, but the use of towers is first documented in the early 9th century CE. The doctrinal rationale for exposure is to avoid contact with Earth, Water, or Fire, all three of which are considered sacred in the Zoroastrian religion.
One of the earliest literary descriptions of such a building appears in the late 9th-century Epistles of Manushchihr, where the technical term is astodan, „ossuary“. Another technical term that appears in the 9th/10th-century texts of Zoroastrian tradition (the so-called „Pahlavi books“) is dakhmag, for any place for the dead.
The modern-day towers, which are fairly uniform in their construction, have an almost flat roof, with the perimeter being slightly higher than the centre. The roof is divided into three concentric rings: the bodies of men are arranged around the outer ring, women in the second circle, and children in the innermost ring. Once the bones have been bleached by the sun and wind, which can take as long as a year, they are collected in an ossuary pit at the centre of the tower, where – assisted by lime – they gradually disintegrate, and the remaining material – with run-off rainwater – runs through multiple coal and sand filters before being eventually washed out to sea.
Dnes se mnou jen tanči, lehce, když bude správná chvíle, něco sem dát, pohladit Tě. Čas 2:52 , když … ale pěkně koukej od začátku. Nežijeme příběh? Myslím, že ano.
All the SCENTS of the world. Lubomir Tomik The headline in the news reads: -All the SCENTS of the world- ... You can imagine the SCENT as beautiful fairies on a meadow in the middle of a dense coniferous forest, in the moonlight he runs there they jump from feet to feet and it looks, that they are nice .....bitches - Ha! And Gotcha!- Smile.