-And now-said William-now we'll have a great meeting.- We swallowed the tablets brought to us by the agent, it seemed to me that he was dancing, dancing despite the heavy and clumsy mask he was wearing and despite the heavy weight of his suit he made sharp and rhythmic movements, made elastic jumps and ballet in tight panties, he made swirling turns in the air, and all seven hundred devils swirled with him, someone said - Oh yeah- and suddenly the seductive and exaggerated covetous devil's mistress Supay China danced by his side. - That man can't be a bandit! "William said suddenly, whipping deftly. The monkeys scattered. He dragged the whip across the ground behind him like a snake. He caressed me with his forked tongue. We found ourselves in a gloomy, dilapidated and dirty hotel run by two Turkish pimps. At the reception, the girls stood in high-heeled shoes, smiling affectionately, showing off their naked, silver-gray bodies. William touched one of them. The girl looked at him as if bothering her. - Do you want to know what time you are? William shook his head. -You have a damn lovely neck.- And he bent down quickly and kissed her in the soft fluff at the back. The girl was angry. - You know you shouldn't do this! I took William aside. -Let's go… .Bill… let's go! -.- William nodded. The silence is wonderful. Silence is a shrimp soup with noodles. NASA needed to know its minimum biological parameters for a number of purposes, from the survival of life in space and time to the first stage in the colonization of alien worlds. But that was a long time ago. XXXXXX Karta na publikaci je .....
Nahráno ve Studiu Midian. První část při psaní a vzniku básně, druhá při čtení , smícháno.
Měsíc není sarkofág. Lubomír Tomik Měsíc je jen měsíc, ať je to čas, ať je to planeta nebo není, nejsou stržené nehty, ani pohlazení, nejsou oči, ani vyteklé sklivce, ani nádherné protisluncové brýle, když svítí Měsíc, nejsme zavřené sarkofágy v dunách, Měsíc je jen Měsíc má Tvůj úsměv v piruetách. XXXXXXXX The moon is not a sarcophagus. Lubomír Tomik The moon is only the moon, let it be time whether it is a planet or not, nails are not pulled, not even a caress, there are no eyes not even spilled vitreous, not even gorgeous sunglasses, when the moon is shining, we are not closed sarcophagi in the dunes, The moon is just the moon has your smile in pirouettes. XXXXXXXX WOW ! Karta ze 78 karet Crowleyho Tarotu....ze 78 karet, bezmyšlenkovitě ji otočím, -Aha.- SYNCHRONICITA. Karta je ,,Měsíc." https://probud.se/tarot1/crowleyho-tarot/velka-arkana/998-crowleyho-tarot-18-msic Ani mne ta možnost nenapadla, ale..... tak to vždycky je...to co chceme dostaneme, až to chtít přestaneme.
And i held astronaut Peters by the hand.
Chapter 27, part II.
I called my London agent and told him about my troubles.
-My dear, it was terrible that I wasn’t here last afternoon. Would a five help you?-
-Hmmm.-I muttered into the handset.
-I’ll be there in a minute, -said the agent.
I hung up in the ghostly fork of a foggy London payphone and said to Bill-Let’s wait.-
So we were slowly lounging down the street and suddenly a little boy with a lamb in his arms passed us, I say, -Look, a real herdsman with a lamb in his arms… -and Bill said- Well yeah, those little grabs always fly around with lambs in their arms.-
Then we went to the place where a holy man or pious Mohammedan knelt and prayed towards Mecca, or the sun, who knows, and symbolically caught the light of the stars in a sack and classified it into two hundred and fifty different kinds of flashes and potatoes, including wild mountain varieties.
-No-Bill tells me. -It’s a wandering sheriff’s pilgrim who preaches Allah’s Gospel to children, he’s a Hombre que rison, a man who preaches. They just come to them, stare at them and they disappear. chronicles in which they themselves could be.-
We went on with that desire and all that surrounded us, and suddenly someone appeared at the end of a street, a small male figure.
He was my agent.
He ran up to us and was excited.
-Here’s the money. I would show you things the Swedes never dreamed of. Come on.-
We followed him
End of part II.
Karta Velké Arkány Crowleyho Tarotu na publikaci slov ve větrném mrazivém válečném ránu kdy Putýn chrastí atomovkami jako kostmi z lapidária je….
Zpátky doma. Modří kouzelníci. Lubomír Tomik vypni žluč na mobilním telefonu, kamení se sype a valí v lomech a údolí hlubokých bohapusté laviny závaly ve štolách trámy za noci, prach dýcháš prach zpátky doma modří kouzelníci dvě chvíle se střetly exploze imploze když se zdá že už je ztracenou vše, ztratí se zbytky ztraceného, nový úsvit , nové paprsky prach prach prach částice jsme my sami jen prach ve větru času každé ráno je nový boj, nikdy se nevzdat je to nejlehčí nejtěžší současně moudré kouzelnice, mágové, rozhazují hrsti prachu jako doprovodné efekty při svých vystoupeních neuvěřitelných, my ten prach dýcháme, jak je to úžasné bloudit v lese slov, ztratit se. XXXXXXXXXXXXXX Back home. Blue magicians. Lubomír Tomik turn off bile on your cell phone stones are poured and rolled in quarries and deep valleys rich avalanche landslides in the galleries beams at night, you breathe dust dust dust dust back home blue magicians two moments clashed explosion implosion when everything seems to be lost, the remnants of the lost are lost, new dawn, new rays particles are ourselves just dust in the wind of time there is a new fight every morning never giving up is the easiest hardest at the same time wise sorceress, mages, scatter handfuls of dust as side effects during their performances, incredible we breathe the dust how amazing it is to wander in the forest of words get lost. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Až se probudím z narkózy příště, všechno bude jako dříve. Žádný virus, žádná válka, vstanu a půjdu, žádné zlámané nohy, nic.
Robotic bar ! . Lubomír Tomik písty hydrauliky písty hydrauliky toulavý jaguáre dojení hadího jedu v robotic baru ale zlo se musí nejdříve dostat do krve šramot hydrauliky šramot kulek šramot odcházejících jaguárů XXXXXXXXX Robotic bar ! . Lubomír Tomik hydraulic pistons hydraulic pistons wandering jaguars milking snake venom in a robotic bar but the poison must first enter the bloodstream hydraulic rattle rattle of departing jaguars XXXXXX Roboti. Audio je česky i anglicky, čte stroj. Napsal L.T. Objednáno Virgin Mojito. Karta ,,Mág"
…jsem si musel v únorovém slunci na zahradu.
And I held astronaut Peters by the hand. Lubomír Tomik Chapter Twenty-seven Part One Down here, on dark ground. Down here, on the dark ground, there was no discernment for twenty paces, such was the fog. Only the streetlights and blinded car headlights formed blurred yellowish spots here and there. Excited and back on our backs, Bill and I walked along Buckingham Palace Road and saw the long, deserted streets, nowhere, just the sweet star of Mary in front of us, and where it was in the morning when a girl poured red wine into my friend's mouth. from the Spanish wine bellows and still couldn't hit… I was madly trying to enjoy the mist and clouds rolling in the Thames. The downpour started and Bill and I just covered our covers with blankets. The water washed away thousands of cockroaches, spiders, and lizards, rats that began to roam the streets and crawl through the walls of houses where clouds of barely visible marigus flies swarmed and where malaria and rattlesnakes waited. Somewhere in the gardens, the dogs howled incessantly. So. Strange Sunday. Long, red tongues licked the darkness, pointing to infinity, to the flames of tallow candles on which moths rub their wings. The radio of an overturned car sang the service, and as we passed Big Ben, the two tall English cops watched us suspiciously with Scotland Yard's sinister smiles, as in the old Sherlock Holmes movies. Where are they now, my wandering acrobats? All the while, my mind was excited to think of England at dawn, of London, drowning in mist. And I realized that it doesn't matter that we sin.
,,Napsáno před více jak deseti lety, jakákoli podoba s čímkoli je …JE.
A karta Crowleyho Tarotu audio, je ….
Fotografie L.T. 2015 na Ukrajině poblíž Ivano-Frankovsku. Účastnili jsme se krátkého kulturního programu při otevření památníku českým legionářům, kteří na místě padli.
Cípy koberců. Lubomír Tomik cípy koberců tuší neplechu a spálené maso, při nízkém průletu nad pouští víří se písek kdo to asi bude zametat pomyslí si tkalci, dávno nasadili hroty jehel na ústí samopalů ježci civí na Měsíc Měsíc civí na ježky cípy koberců city koberců jehly pod nehty válka za humny, přijde a kousne tě do zadku, nebude něžná jako já bude nenažraná, ta válka XXXXXXX Carpet tips. Lubomír Tomik the ends of the carpets sense mischief and burnt meat the sand swirls at low flight over the desert who will probably sweep it they thinks weavers, they had long ago pointed needle tips at the muzzle of submachine guns hedgehogs staring at the moon The moon stares at the hedgehogs carpet tips feelings carpets needles under the nails war for humny, comes and bites You in the ass, she won't be tender like me will be uneaten that war . XXXXXXXXXXXXXX Karta Crowleyho Tarotu na slova o válce která se valí nedaleko nás je.... ,,Kolo Štěstí".... budeme ho potřebovat všichni a právě teď pořád.
,,A za ruku jsem držel astronautku Petersovou.“
Plná časových vírů a cest a odboček a Andělů zkázy a pionýrských šátků a brusinek.
Napsáno více jak před deseti lety , před virem a nesmyslnou válkou. Shoda s čímkoli je synchronicita , jména , věci, příjmení, činnosti.
And I held astronaut Peters by the hand. Chapter Twenty-six Attention! You are being watched! Thunder rumbles. A storm is raging over London. Lightning crosses the sky, thunder chases thunder, but everything is about three or four seconds. Then the roar of thunder passes to the drum break. When the missing goat returned, she headed straight for the milkman. The milkmaid grabbed a heavy watering can, jumped on the steps, the goat hit the horns on the wall and stood. And then Babka the milkmaid noticed that the goat had a piece of cardboard tied tightly on the corners, on which it was written in capital letters: -In the 1920s, radio signals were sent into space from our Earth in thirty seconds. After an hour, the signal began to return, but not as it was transmitted, but divided in such a way that its individual parts lasted for whole seconds, or their twelfth with second pauses. Such a signal could only be sent by someone who knows the twelve system and the division of hours into seconds.- Turntables shouted in the meadows. The locomotives were moving. The turrets drove off. Moscow is moving away. The stars fade in the morning mist over the river. It's dawning. It is dawn, but the sky is cloudy. Clouds. Heavy and pregnant with water. -Yes, it's me.-says the brunette. -But…- And he sinks his head under the terrified Captain's shoulder and rips at his lapel. Last night's drum break fire. The shepherd blew his horn at a wooden horn. It's dawn. Grandma's milkman opened the gate and drove the goat to the herd. She looked scary and bloodthirsty. Sparrow shimmered on the sparrows chinned by sparrows. A strong scent filled the air. So strong that I can feel it even after all these years. A pungent, irritating nose. They walked through the green streets and suddenly plunged into a diluual struggle for a female. The roar of thousands of throats rises inartically to the gilded ceiling and grows stronger and stronger. It's anarchy! In one scene, in one sentence! Can the street have a gilded ceiling !? The instincts merge again into one that is valid to just stand and watch the destruction. Roar. And they are the women who are the loudest of them all. They whistle, whistle and scream! - What plane? -Mom-begging her daughter-make me a swing and I'll fly up, into space, like daddy, far away! - -No! No! ”Cried the young woman with the face of a seabed statue near Piraeus, Greece. -You can never fly as far as Daddy !!! - Was her dad the radio signal? Did he come back divided into twelfths with second pauses? Who knows… The brunette pulled a new sweater from her suitcase, nothing sensational, its color reminding me of bunches of reeds at drainage canals at dusk near Caorle. She shook it tentatively, held it at arm's length, and began to growl. She liked it. That made Grandpa laugh. Chuckled and in a good mood, he began to stamp his wooden foot to the beat. Did it fit in the wormhole or not? No. The brunette ran out of the garden, slammed her behind her, clenched her lovely fist, which, by the way, should be gripping something completely different, clenched her fist, threatened her grandfather, and shouted angrily, "They should lock you in the hospital and not let you run just like that. On my soul! You belong in a madhouse, under the castle.- Back in five seconds. Jump in time. That made Grandpa laugh. Chuckled and in a good mood, he began to stamp his wooden foot to the rhythm. It fell into the wormhole, didn't it? Yes. The brunette ran out of the garden, slammed her behind her, clenched her lovely fist right in her heart, and called out to her grandfather: -I've been dreaming about you all this time, all the time… and you stand there and do nothing. I'm sorry for what we missed - and she disappeared in a light jump in the alleys of London. My grandfather stuck out his tongue in an obscene gesture. - I don't know. In the end, I decided to cook this year! Cranberries, and so, I'll make compotes, a lot of everything, I bought all the literature. You just reach for the glass and it'll be there! -I-says brunette-me, I loved doing it all. I liked it.- -You're an angel of doom an unhappy girl -I'll tell her. -Look at you! You have a pioneer scarf around your neck… but you are nothing but… .lump! - When the young woman left when it was all over, the alley finally reached the plank under the old multi-storey barn, pulled a slingshot from her pocket, pulled on a rubber band, and fired a small plastic parachutist. The parachutist flew upside down, crossed the clouds, and overturned. A small white paper parachute opened above him, but then the wind blew harder, slid it to the side, and the doll disappeared into the black dormer of the barn. Crash! The doll must save! But he had already disappeared in another space-time. Here. -I loved to do everything — she runs her brunette and it's close to whining. -Until it turned out that someone had a more expensive mat and four ropes… - There was a bang in the room. The legs of a plastic doll protruded from the ceiling. That day I decided: I will learn to read and write! End of chapter twenty-six. XXX Karta Crowleyho Tarotu je ... https://probud.se/tarot1/crowleyho-tarot/velka-arkana/988-crowleyho-tarot-14-umni
XXXXXXXXXXX Zeměpisci. / for Write it all, for Mr. Psychotherapist / Lubomír Tomik Každý moment je poklad v Ali Baobababově jeskyni zázraků, zeměpisci neví, kde přesně leží, ostatně, záleží na tom snad ? Všechno zlato je třpyt v Jejích očích, přikrytých baldachýnem modři nebe ! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Geographers. / for Write it all, for Mr. Psychotherapist / Lubomír Tomik Every moment is a treasure in Ali Baboabaobas's Cave of Miracles, Geographers , they, dont know, exactly where does it lie after all, does it matter? all gold is glitter in Her eyes, covered with a blue canopy of skye! XXXXXXX
Karta na publikaci videa je ,,CÍSAŘOVNA“ !
Hostina smyslů. Lubomír Tomik hostina smyslů plná ryb dezertů a vína, stůl pod náporem těl přízraky ve tmě přízraky ve tmě šeptající postavy, doutnání doutnání doutnání hostina smyslů plná objetí obětí polibků někdy někde tma je tma je tma XXXXXXXXXX A feast of the senses. Lubomír Tomik feast of the senses full of fish desserts and wine, table under the onslaught of bodies ghosts in the dark ghosts in the dark whispering characters, smoldering smoldering smoldering a feast of the senses full of hugs from the victims of the kisses sometimes somewhere darkness is darkness is darkness xxxx https://probud.se/tarot1/crowleyho-tarot/velka-arkana/958-crowleyho-tarot-03-cisaovna z výklad karty „Teď přišel můj čas.“ Císařovnin cyklus je obdobím, kdy se jisté druhy tvůrčí činnosti stávají vášní a kdy pro vás budou mít smysl jen citově hluboké vztahy. Tato doba se také výborně hodí k tomu, abyste uzdravili své vztahy s důležitými ženami svého života, které byly doposud plné nedorozumění.
Tužka HB3544, formát A4, speciální trik Aleše Vencela.
Dlažba prý pochází z originálního leštěného mramoru , jímž byla obložena Rachefova pyramida.
Karta Crowleyho Tarotu na publikaci nečekané skici …je ….asi díky dnešnímu střihu videa z Faustova domu, velmi zajímavé video soubory, plné šumů, zvuků, stínu, protože karta je …
,,Tvořivá síla je schopnost udržovat v rovnováze magnetickou a dynamickou energii, které jsou součástí naší podstaty.„- z výkladu .
A situace- ovlivní válka na Ukrajině mou operaci, stejně jako to několikrát udělal covid ? Mám termín a jsou to zase dny čekání a když čekáš…nejlepší je NĚCO dělat, než půjdu do narkózy, mohl bych se taky vzbudit v docela jiném světě.
Čtení A.I. má svoje kouzlo…
Žijeme v budoucnosti.
po dlažbě kočičích hlav
vybroušený k dokonalosti,
vybroušený k tanci žiletek
po dláždění kočičích hlav
když hmota mozku dopadne na žulové kostky udělá to
after paving the cat’s heads
a smile passes
honed to perfection,
sharpened to dance razors
after paving the cat’s heads
when the brain mass hits the granite cubes it does
Karta Crowleyho Tarotu na publikaci slov v opravdu chladném únorovém ránu je…Trumfová karta je…
Budeme ho VŠICHNI potřebovat.
Napsáno střihovou metodou , jakou používal William Burroughs a je to dobrodružství protože se dá použít všelijaký materiál, to co přijde samo a před více jak deseti lety jsem poprvé četl poprvé tuto kapitolu…kde se vzala ? Podobnost s čímkoli kýmkoli či jakkoli je pouze náhodná. Jakou zvukový podkres použit zvukový archiv BBC, volně dostupné pro neziskové projekty, přesněji :
Drums – March tempo on drum. (120 paces per minute
Nigerian Crowds – Nigeria, speech with tom-tom drums.
And I held astronaut Peters by the hand. Chapter Twenty-Five. What did they seize? In the dusty annals of the Inquisition Court of the Archdiocese of London, we read: -What's going on? Any lines or what? "Horror," Peters says with attendance. How was she ? Gorgeous, in a word. Incredibly amazing, in two words. Silence falls. Old wall clocks hesitate. It's one hour, eight minutes. The cone of light made a dark, vague outline out of the gloom. The shape of the house. The bass voice had just said: -Oh, you are my love. -The words stretched as if it were honey. Sweet. She licked her red lips and began to shake. Bobby clenched her fist and pulled away in terror. He approached and used her idle mouth. She blinked, tears streaming down her reddened cheeks, stretching like honey. Salty. Inside, a motionless silhouette of a little girl boils. He tenses and Bobby climbs after him, deep into his body, into his world, deep into his soul, without hesitation. -Yes.- Bobby nods. Now there are two girls. Sitting on a red sofa. The one with the blond ponytail is Bobby. He goes out to tip the gentlemen and whispers: -Dream.- The word stretched like honey. Sharp, like tufts of grass. The other girl had a belt around her hips. -With her.- Bobby suddenly sits ragged on the other sweaty body and thoroughly fucks him with an artificial limb. So that was it. Just a heartbeat, a heartbeat and moments of white light during orgasms. From the paintings hanging from the walls, the black faces of the saints flash and descend, climbing behind Bobby. Bobby in stripper costumes. Bobby in high heels and stockings with seams and in pointed bras and lace panties, bulky belts with all the clumsy clothes of the fifties. Bobby strung in full fetishist outfit-boots, corsets and leather gloves and latex leotards and braided reeds. Bobby strapped to chairs, tied to tables, stretched on wooden frames, chained and gagged, dressed in leather helmets and overshoes. Bobby ties other women into sensual, provocative poses, plugging their mouths with tape and scarves and more unlikely things. Time flies. Especially in moments of pleasure. What did they seize? Your souls and fantasies. Bobby put on a leather corset. She put on high, tight shoes. She allowed me to tie my hands in a leather glove just behind her back. Then it was useless to defend myself when I shoved a gag-shaped gag deep into her throat. At first glance, the thing on the table looked like a leather chastity belt. Bobby, suffocating with a gag, groaned as a double rubber limb entered. He tensed it to burst, penetrating in, so that both parts of it began to rub against each other through the thin wall. And even as she trembled with breathless, sweaty, Bobby nodded seriously. She felt the force flowing from the invisible prey. Pale faces were covered in blush. My girlfriend Bobby then finished her job. It was a dark August night. Big stars fluttered brightly above the houses. In August, the stars are always big and bright. Bobby sighed and wiped her mouth with a slight movement of her hand. She rose from the divan and descended from the ground. Down on the river, the axes began to work again. End of chapter twenty-five. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Karta Crowleyho Tarotu je ,,Vůz."
https://cs.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kav%C3%… Kavárna Slavia.
Co víc dodat.
Mobilní telefon, aplikace ,,Rekordér“. Přímo na místě, kde sedával Václav Havel.
My eyes are falling,
you step into my dream
can’t wait what hesitation
you give me sweets, as the pale blue velvet of the night covers the dying
Karta Crowleyho Tarotu na publikaci ….
Jediný večer. Lubomír Tomik jediný den, kdy oči jsou devítiocasé kočky a zatím spí, stočené do klubka jediný den, a zdá se jim sen jen o kouscích masa letících vzduchem, o cárech trnů kde rudé růže kůže vyrostly , v jediný den XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX One evening. Lubomír Tomik one day when eyes are nine-tailed cats and still sleeping curled into a ball one day and they have a dream only about pieces of meat flying through the air, about lines of thorns where red rose skin grew up in a single day XXXXXXXXX Trumfová Karta Crowleyho Tarotu na publikaci devítiocasých slov je ... ,,Luna"
Pořád něco dělej, protože zítra, zítra může být válka i tady.
Napsáno více jak před deseti lety, shoda jmen událostí příjmení a skutků je náhodná, nebo je to klasická synchronicita. Také publikace zrovna dopisu poručíkovi Goškevičovi, Rusovi, je náhodná,je to část příběhu, na tento dopis v jiné kapitole následuje odpověď. Jsem PROTI jakékoli válce kdekoli, na Ukrajině zvlášť , Bohdane, držím Ti palce !
And I held astronaut Peters by the hand. Lubomír Tomik Chapter Twenty-two. Letter addressed to Lieutenant Osip Goshevich. January. London. Dear friend !!!! I will take advantage of the visit of one of my former maids, who is less blunt than the maids I have now, and I will ask her to deliver these few lines to you. Please excuse the inconsistency of this letter, its fragmentation and stylistic shortcomings. It's weird, I know, it's the same as my head, I'm so confused about it. Plus, I'm in a bad mood today. Hardly in any other nation is there as much general beauty as in England. Do not judge the beauty of the English, according to the red-haired gentlemen and ladies who desert from England under the name of captains, engineers, teachers and educators - these are rubbish, a pretty woman does not have to run away from England, beauty is capital. It is said that English women are distinguished by the size of their feet, I do not know if this is true. It seems to me that this is partly a prejudice, mainly because no other women show off their feet like English women. As they cross the muddy street, they lift their skirts so high that they provide the perfect opportunity to see their feet. The English women are mostly tall, slender, but a little proud and calm — in the words of many connoisseurs, even cold. Coldly!!! The color of the eyes and hair is extremely diverse - some are perfect brunettes, but they are also extraordinarily white and have a bright, beautiful blush. Whenever I see a pretty English woman, it seems to me that I see Captain Kopejkin. Because I lived as a traveler in hotels, I had few opportunities to observe women closely, except for housewives in inns, saleswomen in shops, and so on. These two maids run around me like two mail horses, repeating murderously to my every word like magpies: -Yes, Sir… .No, Sir… - But why these words, my dear… where have I sharpened it? What am I describing? Of course, I saw how callously you rejected my suggestions that my crazy passion put into my previous writings, I heard your confessions that you have secrets in front of me that I am not worthy to know… Fifteen years later I am writing for you and it is a fact , you told me I'd know right now, I'm on fire, I'm on fire, tell me. You should rejoice and be proud, for the absolute power you have over me, over my will, must fill you with pride. Who you are? What kind of power is that? Who gave it to you? You are not human… no… in my eyes, no! You are the Angel of my Destiny! Copies and women's blouses have always made me sad. I always finish writing more tenderly than I should, and you, ungrateful, are abusing my tenderness and doing what you like and not what I want. Goodbye, don't be lazy and come see your friend… Still passionately, the days do not take away from the passion, on the contrary, more and more passionately, all your… Your Captain Post scriptum: The general impression of the appearance of London and its population is strange, two million people live here, London is a center of world trade and guess what is not visible on it? Life-actually its tumultuous boiling. Trade is seen, but there is no life, otherwise you must conclude that trade is life here, as it really is. Life here… does not strike your eyes. There is a relative silence, all actions are somehow quiet, serious. Apart from the inevitable noise caused by horses and carriage wheels, almost nothing else can be heard. The city seems to be holding its breath and pounding its pulse as a living being. There is no needless shouting and no need for movement. Everything seems to be budgeted, weighed, and valued, as if voice and facial expressions were paid for just as much as windows and rims on wheels. Adios and goodbye, yes? Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye. And now remember for a moment that even in your disobedience, Yours too loves You. Oh, a ton of delights when my mind wanders to You…. End of chapter twenty-two. XXXXX Karta Crowleyho Tarotu na publikaci slov, určených ruskému poručíku, ať se všem ruským vojáků líbí nohy kapitána Kopejkina je...
četl jsem tam tyto slova napsané pro…
Cesty do Faustových domů. Lubomír Tomik vem si mne vem si mne vem si mne vem si mne vem si mne vem si mne vem skrze ocelové mraky, oblohou zataženou pojďme k hostině ve čtvrté dimenzi láska je Zákon, Tvá ruka, láska pod Vůlí, Tvá ruka něžně snítky jmelí rozpůlí granitové pozdravy z minulých věků, citlivá krása všech TEĎ vem si mne , třeba do pekel, třeba do středověku vem si mne jako kámen do kapsy kabátu, táhne tě k hladině vem si mne vem si mne vem si mne vem si mne vem si mne vem si mne vem POČKEJ ! Ty už jsi si mne přece vzal ! Co bude dál ? / Hluboký pekelný smích / XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Trips to Faust's houses. Lubomír Tomik take me take me take me take me take me take me take through steel clouds, let's go to the feast in the fourth dimension Love is the Law, Your hand Love under the Will, Your hand will halve the mistletoe of the mistletoe granite greetings from past ages, sensitive beauty of all NOW take me to hell, for example perhaps to the Middle Ages take me like a stone in your coat pocket, pulls you to the surface take me take me take me take me take me take me take WAIT! You already take me! What will be next ? / deep devilish laughter /
Synchronicita na začátku…. je to už týden, co jsem četl tyto slova uvnitř, možná je čas, začít…ve stejnou chvíli kdy se snažím téma uchopit, podívat se na něj z různých úhlů, napadne mne – ženský hlas, měl bych se zeptat D.O. zda nechce vstoupit do Faustova domu…a ona mi v té samé chvíli zavolá.
O pár minut později se už bavíme vážněji ,o spolupráci, vše vypadá zajímavě…-Otoč si kartu ! – otočím ji a…
…,,karta jako jediná v celém souboru v sobě zahrnuje změnu a transformaci, která už proběhla.“
Pojďme na to!
Díky panu inženýru Jaroslavu Kováři, který ve Faustově domě pracuje, poskytl mi spoustu zajímavých informací !
Na Ukrajině jsem byl s delegací Ministerstva Vnitra ČR v roce 2015, při odhalování pomníku českým legionářům. Nedaleko míst na fotografiích dnes ráno dopadaly ruské střely, útok na letiště v Ivano-Frankivsku.
Klidné tiché město plné žlutých autobusů.
Ne ne ne, strýčku Putine,
vzpomeň na Benita na benzinové pumpě,
milenka za nic nemohla,
co měla společného s šílencem ?
Přesně tak, nic.
Co máš společného s šílenstvím,
Také Ukrajina, projížděli jsme autobusem kolem sochy a byla…obrovská, majestátní .