Večerní čtení umělé inteligence, test ,, A za ruku jsem držel astronautku Petersovou“ kapitola 21.

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Chapter 21 English Audio in Studio Midian, test.
Kapitola dvacet jedna ve Studiu Midian , test, v češtině přidán zvuk restaurace v Paříži.
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And I held astronaut Peters‘ hand, chapter twenty-first, in my hand.

Lubomír Tomik

Chapter Twenty-one.

He dies and an arrow flashes near the village.

The biologist pursed his lips.
-I created you!
-Yes! You and all probable life! –
-Did you decide? –

The captain gave me forty minutes to break the time barrier. Then they send me to a psychiatric hospital or declare that my mental anomaly is caused by Star Force.
But isn’t everything really a bit abnormal?

I watch in despair as the blind man continues to play, as souvenir photos continue to be made. And I went back to the letters.

The sergeant who examined our hair always said: – The freezing Cosmos is gliding in front of us like a sea storm… –
The young girl’s body is like a strong wind blowing over a superheated ground. It can have a funnel-shaped, cylindrical or spiral shape. From 1900 until today, the Adriatic Sea has been hit by thirty-two sea storms. Practically once a year. In the twenty-twenty-third year, there were no storms.
Then, like a machine-gun dose, the thud of running legs and the cracking of broken ribs are heard.
Maybe branches.
They are painted girls, smoke cigarettes from the tip and have their legs slung over their legs.
One of them says: – Why should you think of Tangier, when London is so charming, cold, so nice, with lots of wonderful continental restaurants. What about us? Do you love?

About twelve journalists sat in the corner of the hall of one such restaurant. They drank, waved their hands, and discussed passionately. Then someone spoke, just in a low voice, half-mouthed. As if by the way.

The pilots were tired, did not sleep at night, and now they had worked hard for a long time, realizing that Olson was worse off than the others, so they reassured him and told him it wouldn’t take long.

Feeling good.
You was beautiful.

End of Chapter 21.

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Valentájnské Poét Vídeó

….na Valentýna, jaká vhodná karta Crowleyho Tarotu: jasně. A teď jsem ji otočil.

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.Staré Město . Studio Midian.
lyrics :
Valentine’s Persian night.

Lubomír Tomik

we survived days full of lies,
cowardly suicides,
surrender without a fight,


open the eyes of a dead youth and go to the ring every day,
for another out of breath and a broken jaw,

that’s it, that, ONO !!!

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Neuvěřitelné, vrátím se z pohřbu…možná proto vycházela Smrt poslední dobou tak často, šli jsme na poslední chvíli a až teď mne napadla ta souvislost.

Na Valentýna karta ,,Zamilovaní“ ….na publikaci Valentýnského Poet Videa…někdo si s nám zahrává a baví se.

Valentýnská Perská noc.

Fotografie od Pixabay na
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Valentýnská Perská noc.

Lubomír Tomik

přežili jsme dny plné úkladů,
zakuklené sebevraždy,
kapitulace bez boje,


otevřít oči mrtvého mládí a jít do ringu každý den,
pro další vyražený dech a zlomenou čelist,

to je ono, ono, THAT!!!


Valentine's Persian night.

Lubomír Tomik

we survived days full of lies,
cowardly suicides,
surrender without a fight,


open the eyes of a dead youth and go to the ring every day,
for another out of breath and a broken jaw,

that's it, that, ONO !!! 
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Ranní čtení s klavírem virtuálním- ,,A za ruku jsem držel astronautku Petersovou“ Kapitola devět…

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Fotografie od Mikhail Nilov na

And I held astronaut Peters by the hand.

Lubomír Tomik

Chapter nine.

Helena Blehárová.

The scholar Maytas Comet sobbed. And again. And again. His eyes widened in horror.
His forehead was sweaty, the salty candies of sweat crystallized into his eyelid feelings.
I was a nice bastard, a cold-blooded killer, I aimed an Imaginary Shotgun at him, and it certainly wasn’t very pleasant.
I had his teeth full.
But on the other hand, I forgot why I should kill him.
All thoughts of WHY got out of my head.

All I knew was that I would spank him — as soon as I could, because I didn’t want to wait for his tears to flood the room and rise and touch my legs and thighs and our lips and higher than it happened to the girl in that weird movie Drum Fire, so I said the sentence, and he knew what awaited him:

-Matthias Comet you, after a while you want a false prophet, I came to kill you!-

Finger caressed the trigger. It was only a matter of time.
He threw himself at my feet.
I tried not to notice his sweaty face.
My brain sent a command-Squeeze the tap.-

The information rushed through the networks of neurons, but the pig did something I would never forget, if I remember it now, I still had a chill running down my back.
As the command went to the tip of the finger that caressed the trigger body so tenderly and gently and in love, the salty candies of sweat began to come closer to his face, merging like hot lead rushing from a melting furnace, and some shape began to appear.
It happened in a millionth of a second.
A large, heavy piece of slimy sweat fell from his body to the ground. Well-landed next to him to be exact.
There was a click.
He stood up.
Exactly at that moment, I pulled the trigger.
The mad scholar’s body jerked, flew through the air, and at the end of his acrobatic stunt, it sprawled against the wall.
-Boom-And it fell to the ground.
I lowered the Imaginary Shotgun and dealt with the pile of slime, which was really pretty scary, because the shape was finally concrete.
I knew the outlines.
They were the outlines of a woman’s body

-Honey,- she said.
When it touched me, I froze in horror.
It held something in his hand. I closed my eyes and felt a steel object slide down my right hand.
I opened my eyes.
It was a gold ring with inlaid diamonds.
-Okay- I thought, I was dazed, I drank dry from the bosses‘ cauldron.
-William-it sounded in my head-William, it’s me, I have to tell you something- and indescribable signs began to appear before my inner eyes and I recorded them and remembered them.

-Goodbye, said Helena Blehárová.

Then no one was here, only the cooling body of Matthias Comet glowed in the skeleton of the kitten of the royal room.

End of chapter nine.


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Fotku udělat nemůžu , protože virtuální klavír je na telefonu / to zní opravdu bláznivě, vůbec nežijeme se sci-fi /. Možná kdybych měl o jednu ruku více.

Nemám, spíše o koleno míň, jak se mění počasí, zranění bolí jako…lehká žena. Každé slovo na této stránce a na nahráce TEĎ ze Studia Midian je jako lék, ovšem , čisté a neředěné placebo,přesto pomáhá.

Malé Zuby v Kaštanu !

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Malé zuby, Vrámci možností


Komornější variace kapely Zuby nehty a její punk-folkoví hosté

Zuby bez nehtů? MALÉ ZUBY je rocková skupina z Prahy pozůstávající z Marky Míkové (Zuby nehty) na klávesy, Pavly Jonssonové (Dybbuk) na basu a Jany Kaplanové (Traband) na bicí. Hrají vlastní písně.

VRÁMCI MOŽNOSTÍ je fun punk-folková kapela z Tábora, která vznikla kolem roku 2000. Ono „kolem“ naznačuje, že skupina o sobě úmyslně nedává příliš vědět na internetu. Funguje v režimu utajení.
Hlavní duše skupiny, Bahňák, občanským jménem Radek Dvořák, vystudoval Konzervatoř J. Deyla, obory kytara a baskytara. Kytaru vyučuje.

Tajemný soubor z Tábora se stal bratrskou skupinou Malých Zubů v roce 2018. Od té doby spolu často koncertují, provozují busking a vůbec se přátelí, také proto, že Bahňák je manažerem Malých Zubů. Písně jako Housenky či Dita z holobyta patří mezi národní fun punkové poklady.

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,,Tento symbol odráží potřebu nápady realizovat a ne o nich jen mluvit. Princezna mečů ztělesňuje stav vědomí, ve kterém jsou slova spojena s uskutečněním. Praktické myšlení vyžaduje, aby za odhodláním vyjádřeným slovy následovala konkrétní realizace myšlenky.