Čteno a nahráno ve Studiu Midian. Napsáno před více jak před deseti lety, jakákoliv shoda se ,,skutečnými“ jmény místy cokoli je pouze náhodná, pokud to není synchronicita.

And I held astronaut Peters by the hand.

Lubomír Tomik

Chapter thirty-nine.

Men who love

Decide to leave. Will to go into seclusion and wait in peace for God.
Wouldn't you do it?

Men who love. They follow us all the way to central London, where Miss Rybízová sells her dreams. Isn't everything just a dream after all? In someone's dream?

They are on our heels, I feel them drooling, fighting over the places in front, their fingers rummaging in Gordian all-encompassing smiles.
- You faces, "says Mr. Marek.

He stops the carriage and jumps out of the trestle. He smiled.
The blonde got out of the carriage. She smiled too.
Maybe everything will turn out well.

Maybe not.


Ruins, weeds and corpses eaten by rats.
Mr. Marek slaps the blonde in the ass. A hand crossing the air with a soft rustling sound hits the flesh of her buttocks, oh her buttocks, where she forms a whole wave of shaking fat.

-Everything , I loved doing it all. I'm addicted to it. I'm just thinking about the blinding light behind my eyes, nothing else. On the sharp needles of pain when biting.On the feeling at the end of the tongue.-
-They're just poorly lit porn movies, "he says.
-Art is to irritate the viewer, to snatch thoughts of everything from him, to do it with the feeling of satisfaction from participating, to tell him: -Look here I am and I do this, here is a world in which there are no borders, we are captured in those moments forever, there is no it's not even a desire, it's a slicing of meat, it's flies crawling on the greenish pork loaf at the market in Lithuania, it makes you feel like you rent a body in the future, you use it and teleport it back. The darkest desires behind closed doors, each alone and their eyes looking up at you, waiting for you to go. What else can be done to entertain the audience. It's not this way?-

The smell of evil wafted around them so much that it was almost palpable.
- We have to move on, "said Mr. Marek.


Did the blonde suddenly blush, remember something, or see into the future?
And just at the moment when her face was covered with blush, I appeared.
And I'm telling you, I saw in red.

End of chapter thirty-ninth. 
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Trumfová karta Crowleyho Tarotu na publikaci těchto slov je ...dnes podruhé.
,,Smrt"
Ještě jednou -karet je 78, plus Dva Mágové...a podruhé dnes  Smrt.
Něco skončilo.
OK.


Ale také ...z výkladu:
,, Smrt neznamená vaši doslovnou smrt. Naopak v tomto roce prožijete smrt jako symbol svého starého ,já“. Zaniknou přitom určité typy vztahů (v tomto růstu roce se může objevit rozvod), uzavřou se určité tvůrčí projekty nebo skončí pracovní závazky. Současně vás naplní touha vstoupit do nových vztahů, začít s novými projekty a s budováním nové kariéry. Tím budete chtít vyjádřit své nově objevené aspekty."