XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Nečisté klenoty. Lubomír Tomik přidej do rakve klenoty, zaval mne křišťálem přidej do křišťálu, přidej skotské spečené pevnosti, sklo z afrických plání roztavený písek v dálavách, ať se blýská, třpyť se, třpyť! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Unclean Jewelry. Lubomír Tomik add jewelry to the coffin, covered me with crystal add to the crystal, add scotch baked fortress, glass from the African plains molten sand in the distances, let it shine glitter glitter! XXXXXXXXXXXX Karta Crowleyho Tarotu - Universum. https://probud.se/tarot1/crowleyho-tarot/velka-arkana/1001-crowleyho-tarot-21-vesmir
-So you only know what’s going on here? –
-You are right. Unfortunately, you are right.-
-Well, you’re definitely happy with yourself! –
The neurologist rubbed his mustache. – Do we have to talk about this right now? I’d rather crash with a plane. Because when a ship sinks, I at least have time to scold the shark before it eats me.
The neurologist suddenly exclaimed with a matter of course bordering on satisfaction:
-Friend! It’s a syphilitic ulcer!-
I widened my eyes in horror.
My head started to hurt.
Suddenly a sign lit up: ,,Buckle up.“
Immediately, the captain’s voice also spoke through the loudspeakers: -I would like to ask all passengers to stay in their seats and fasten their seat belts, I’m starting to descend… –
He didn’t get any further.
The voice disappeared as the plane jerked. A giant fist seemed to strike him. The overhead luggage compartments opened and the light went out. The sound of the jet engines faded. The shouts and screams of the passengers flooded the darkened plane, which began to crash.
With boxes Made in Poland, Made in Holland.
He was trying to explain something to me, something about orange peel and banana peels. He kept saying it, banana peels, dog. He was smiling.
/ Indeed, it seems that the hallucinations have reached their peak. Today’s weather was favorable. Strange life, which is not fair. /
It sounded like an explosion!
Not to! The plane did not have a rudder. And can you fly without a rudder? Won’t. And so the plane crashed. The wings flew, the wind spun them and carried them into the distance.
-Did you write it or not!?!? – the neurologist shouted at me.
-I wrote it… but it has a sequel, don’t worry!
The neurologist shouted, putting his hand in his mouth in horror.
His mouth softened like pink wax, his lips parted, his hand fell out, and his eyes flushed.
Then the nearby sounds will subside. There will be the remote hum of a nearby town, the distant moan of an ambulance, or the muffled roar of falling Boeing in the morning.
What is in the air must fall to the ground! Today or tomorrow.
And then just a death cry and it’s over.
And a few bites of hungry sharks.
And the horizon is red.
End of chapter forty-three.
Karta Crowleyho Tarotu na publikaci je…. Jede na hořícím voze …,,Princ Holí“.
Čteno a nahráno napoprvé ve Studiu Midian.
And I held astronaut Peters by the hand.
Chapter Forty – three. / Part One /
Moon? I love the moon!
Then he had the opportunity to see and listen to a truly amazing story. His imagination showed him images in which the dry facts of ancient history came to life.
He saw two open graves in the flashlight. Next to them lay two flashlights and two coffins with their lids open. The technician made a comment on his portable tape recorder.
-High hopes in overcoming time, have not yet woken up and seen the enticing twist of immortality. But I’m one Turkish hoof. The clock is ticking relentlessly and measuring time. I have to hurry. I just focus on the main things. It’s hard to talk to Earth from outer space. The radio waves go out. They are dampened by magnetic storms, strong gravitational fields divert them from the original direction.-
Pilot Olsen brought a massive thermos of chilled fruit juice with his eyes on top of his head and served it with chambermaid courtesy, as if he operated the technique every day.
He was infinitely embarrassed, and he didn’t get a word out of all his learned speech.
They sat on the grass and stared at the river. At least if the steamer went. Or a tugboat, with tugboats. Interesting opinions could come together.
The idea did not give him peace.
It was a difficult case. I searched my pockets in vain. Unfortunately! I couldn’t find him!
-Sorry- I turned to my neurologist- where can I get a handkerchief?
-Capper? Is that supposed to be a joke?
-But! Handkerchief! She’s sniffing at him!
-Sorry? What’s wrong with him?
-She sniffs! I have a cold !-
- ?????? –
-Inflammation of the mucous membranes! Inflammation of the mucous membrane in the nasal cavity !!! –
They met their eyes for a moment. It was as if lightning had flashed.
The neurologist advised me: Try to write, it will help you find yourself. We saved you, but you are not cured. So try to say it all. As honestly as possible. Get it out of you. What will shake your head. I guarantee you that no one will read what you write. There is no better medicine for you.
Nobody was looking for reality.
Proč ne rovnou nachově zbarvené ,,Malé Zuby“ ?
Jaké to je, žít ve světě synchronicit?
Není čas se divit.
Verses inked. Lubomír Tomik verše zapsané, slova jsou jehličky a špendlíky, vetkané do ošuntělé hadrové panenky voodooo verše jsou formule reality, oživí vše, i náhrobní kameny verses inked ? verses inked ? extinct? No.Ne.No.Ne. Verses will be inked forever, words, words. XXXXXXXXXXXXXX Verses inked. Lubomír Tomik verses written, words are needles and pins, woven into a shabby voodoo rag doll verses are formulas of reality, revives everything and tombstones verses inked? verses inked? extinct? No.Ne.No.Ne. Verses will be inked forever, words. words XXXXXXXXX
Nezbytná karta Crowleyho Tarotu je…. v den ,,Mága“…..WOW!
Pokus o melodii a atmosféru LT přímo při čtení, zvuková aplikace na mobilním telefonu, žiji v budoucnosti, nahráno ve Studiu Midian.
….Jen plníme sliby, už to bude rok.
A už to bude tři.
… dopsáno, nemám pod kontrolou. Napíši pár slov a musím kvůli pitomé pirátské noze vstát a projít se a znovu, je to jako každé ráno.
…kolem skici přes dvacet let staré a náhodou nalezené …
Učiněná pohádka. Lubomír Tomik bubny starodávné noci oznamují že oheň bohů vyhasl, učiněná pohádka- příběh který mne rozemlel na masokostní moučku, na Orfeově harfě popraskaly struny, pořád se míjíme, zní první tóny symfonie zapomnění, byla jsi tropickým mořem v němž jsem se utopil a žraloci, stíny prošlé záruční lhůtou, učiněná pohádka. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX A fairy tale made. Lubomír Tomik drums of the ancient night announce that the fire of the gods has been extinguished, made a fairy tale a story that grinded me into meat-and-bone meal, the strings cracked on Orpheus' harp, we're still missing the first tones of the symphony of oblivion sound, you were a tropical sea in which I drowned and sharks, shadows that have passed the warranty period, made fairy tale.