Večerní páteční čtení divoké kapitoly dvacáté páté ,,A za ruku jsem držel astronautku Petersovou“

Čtení ve Studiu Midian pro Tebe.


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.
Karta Crowleyho Tarotu je ,,Vůz."

Poet Video z kavárny Slavia… 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

without grumbling,

without asking

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 ….

Devítiocasé Poet Audio

Nahráno ve Studiu Midian, TEĎ.Najednou.


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


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 

Trumfová  Karta Crowleyho Tarotu na publikaci devítiocasých slov je ...

Páteční čtení dopisu určeném poručíku Goškevičovi. ,, A za ruku jsem držel astronautku Petersovou“ Kapitola 22.

Fotografie od Burst na

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 !

Chapter 22.
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.
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. 
Karta Crowleyho Tarotu na publikaci  slov, určených ruskému poručíku, ať se všem ruským vojáků líbí nohy kapitána Kopejkina je...

Na cestě do Faustových domů!

Na nádvoří Faustova domu. Dveřmi s přístřeškem uprostřed fotografie procházel magistr Kelley. Právě začalo vznikat Poet Video z Faustova domu. Zevnitř Faustova domu,

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

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

Ty už jsi si mne přece vzal !

Co bude dál ?

/ Hluboký pekelný smích /


Trips to Faust's houses.

Lubomír Tomik

take me take me take me

take me take me take me

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

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 !