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Speckled gloom. Lubomír Tomik / "speckled gloom", these two words were written by William Faulkner in "The Bear" / to what he was experiencing this speckled gloom only You just cope You She let him taste, what was it what could it have been like what could it be with every single hit hammer him to the body spikes of desire and possessed too, forever XXXXXXXXXXXX A když je pro Tebe...jaké je asi číslo uprostřed na kartě Crowleyho Tarotu, Esa Disků,na publikaci ...? NAŠE.
… viděla na vlastní oči a vyfotografovala D.O.
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Znělku neexistujicího rádia.
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Nakonec, aby bylo jasno. Lubomír Tomik když si Mephisto pomyslel, -Hm,krásná literatura!- byly to knihy napsané krví v lidské kůži sešity kousíčky střev potřené lidským tukem svět se točil dál, kolotoče hřměly, Mephisto s úsměvem listoval, aby bylo jasno, vzduch v pekle byl nasycen nudou, hřích se stal svléknutou sutanou, pohozenou na nároží nakonec se ukázalo, že jsi celý balíček Crowleyho Tarotu, nejsou tu žádná místa, jen momenty s Tebou nejsou tu žádné myšlenky, jen na Tebe jsme herci v různých rolích, až se jednou sejdeme před oponou, budeme vřeštět jako divoké kočky až se setkáme XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXx Finally, to be clear. Lubomír Tomik when Mephisto thought, -Hm, beautiful literature!- they were books written in blood bits of intestines smeared with human fat sewn into human skin the world kept spinning merry-go-rounds thundered Mephisto flipped through the pages with a smile, to make things clear, the air in hell was filled with boredom, sin has become a stripped cassock, thrown on the corner eventually it turned out that you are the whole deck of the Crowley Tarot, there are no places just moments with You there are no thoughts only on You we are actors in different roles when we meet one day before the curtain we will howl like wild cats, when we meet XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXx Z Devíti Pohárů se valí živá voda ! TY!
Pan,bůh delty.
Uviděl jsem stélu boha Pana. Jestli budu mít šanci znovu, vyfotím, nevymýšlím si.
Egyptského boha Pana. Trochu zvláštní –
Stéla Pana, boha delty.
Lubomír Tomik
v záhybech fantazie,
přijde zevnitř,
mrazení na konci páteře,
víš jaké to je
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Stele of Pan, god of the delta.
Lubomír Tomik
in the folds of fantasy
comes from within
chills down the spine,
You know how it is
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The Egyptians knew Pan as Mendes and considered him to be one of the original eight gods. In the Egyptian pantheon, eight gods preceded the second ranked twelve gods (such as Herakles) who in turn preceded the third ranked gods (such as Dionysos). In other words, the Egyptians considered Pan to be a very ancient god.
The historian Herodotos made an important point when he said there must have been a very ancient god named Pan and then several extraordinary mortal men who were also named Pan. Because of the antiquity of the immortal Pan, we know nothing of his youth or early travels. The antiquity of Pan’s presence in Egypt is attested to by the fact that he accompanied the god Osiris on his military campaigns … Osiris was one of the original god-kings of Egypt.
In deference to Pan’s divinity, the Egyptians did not sacrifice goats. Furthermore, goat herders had greater social status than other herdsmen. The Egyptian artistic representations of Pan clearly showed him with a goat’s face and legs but insisted his actual appearance was otherwise. We are not told how Pan appeared to the Egyptians nor are we given an explanation as to why they would not elaborate on this subject.
The Egyptian city of Khemmo (City of Pan or Panopolis) was dedicated to Pan. The Egyptians had a very high regard for Pan and displayed images of him in most temples … the images of Pan were worshiped alongside images of Satyrs.
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A nejen. Lubomír Tomik nejen hřmění, nejen dunění nad hlavou, příval, smrt a kataklyzmata Měním realitu. TEĎ! Říkám nahlas ta slova, zní pokojem zní jako hromy a blesky a kataklyzmata, POKUŠENÍ. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX And not only. Lubomír Tomik not just thunder not just a rumbling overhead, flood, death and cataclysms I change reality. NOW ! I say these words out loud sounds through the room sounds like thunder and lightning and cataclysms, TEMPTATION. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Midian Poet 