Heavenly Pussies

*When the blessed Apostles were gathered, -

there was a strong vibration there, and a breath of paradise,

floating in these abodes of his, poured out fragrances

their. It has anointed preachers who should

were to teach and lead those called to heaven

supper, and rejoices over those who come to it, because

that he loves people.*

Saint Ephraim the Syrian

"Oh Rae"

*Only the rear parts were visible from the hallway

in the room. In an instant Oleg

witnessed what he witnessed.*

"In a narrow circle"

Creator59

"Stulchik.net"

This is heaven, heaven.

And I, John, saw the holy city Jerusalem, new, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride for her husband. (1) . Everything happens the way we want, as nothing ever happens, everything coincides and slides, breathes and rises, obeys willingly, happens without fail, repeats itself endlessly. In these texts, obstacles are removed, complexes are discarded, and prohibitions are lifted. This is reality, subordinate to the sweetest dream and indistinguishable from it.

Truly I tell you that publicans and harlots are going ahead of you into the kingdom of God (2) . It seems that these texts are written in one breath, without interruptions or corrections, and are presented to the listener without re-reading or doubt; This is how confession is pronounced, this is how prayer is said, this is how the innermost, the unlikely, the hardly rational is poured out. And yet, most of these texts are created for the reader: to demonstrate sophistication, to feign experience, to play out imaginary options, to teach a lesson to those who do not want us, do not give us, are not given. So let's assert ourselves. So let's get rid of it. So we will overcome. So we will win.

...There is a place of salvation - gardens and vineyards, and full-breasted women of the same age, and a full cup (...) Eternally young boys with bowls, vessels and goblets from a flowing source walk around them (...) among the lotus, devoid of thorns, and talha hung with fruits, and stretched shade, and flowing water, and abundant fruits, not exhausted and not forbidden, and carpets spread, We made them creatures and made them virgins cousins, loving husbands, peers... (3) In each of these texts The author strives to fit everything, everything, everything. He doubts that he will be able to create more than one literary work in this life; he doubts that the reader, having mastered one of his texts, will deign to read the second; he doubts that, having once given birth to such wondrous heroes, he is able to part with them and move on to others. And therefore the story will not be finished until the Author crams into it all the spicy wonders suggested by his greedy imagination and free porn sites. The ideal of the plot seems to me like this: an adult sister rapes her underage brother on the stage of a crowded Bolshoi Theater under the stern gaze of a schoolteacher who is fucking a dead poodle with an artificial penis. If I didn’t take something into account, the Author will definitely tell me. Here he stands behind an imaginary curtain, all in black leather, with a whip in his left hand, with a rose in his teeth. His finger taps on the keyboard something that his teeth are numb to.

And Jesus said to him: Truly I say to you, today you will be with Me in paradise (4) Almost every one of these texts - whether it is three paragraphs long or thirty pages long - seems viscous and endless, because it disregards the laws of time and space. What would not be enough for a succubus to do even three days is accomplished by an eighth-grader during the big break; in a “huge hall” two women, chained to the walls “opposite each other” with rings, “have their legs wrapped around each other.” There is no physical weakness, no embarrassment, no fatigue. Six partners, eighteen sexual acts, sixty-four orgasms, okay, girls, that’s enough, we’ve been messing around here for twenty minutes, it’s time to know, the intermission ended five minutes ago. And the most valuable thing, of course, is this: there is no remorse here, there is no crime, there is nothing to punish for. It takes twenty seconds for a virgin being raped by the handle of an ax to start moaning: “More! More!”

And the Lord God planted paradise (tgaroyeyou: vertograd, garden) in Eden in the east, and brought there man, whom he also created. (5) The vocabulary of these texts evokes a shiver of nostalgia and tears of tenderness. Do you still remember the word "pissy"? They remember. Moreover, the combination of “pussy” with “dick” seems quite normal to them, you know. In two paragraphs, “hole” turns into “mandu”; It’s not that all these two paragraphs did anything special to her, no, it’s just that the author got excited. Based on these texts, it is necessary to compile both a “Dictionary of Sexual Euphemisms” and a “Handbook on Obscene Vocabulary.” Their style sometimes makes one remember advertising clumsiness: conveying the content is so important that the beauty of the form loses all meaning. However, if you remember, we talked about this; I argued that the eroticism of all Tolstoys, Bunin, and Kuprin suffers from the same thing, that all of them, having begun to write about the carnal, fall into tongue-tiedness, lose their sense of style, and nullify the plot; you said that the boldness of your own gesture blinds their eyes. It is possible for them. Here is another question: could the author have done it if he wanted to? But more interesting than the possible answer is the fact that the author does not want to. There is no such need.

And yet - Whoever listens to the description of paradise cannot judge it; because the description of heaven is not subject to judgment. Judging by the names of paradise, one might think that it is earthly; in its strength it is spiritual and pure. (6) Don’t rush to make diagnoses, take a closer look - in fact, everything here is not scary and harmless. This is not -mania, but -philia, not -lagnia, but -lalia. All this exists on the same basis as children's stories about the Black Hand: for the sake of overcoming fear, weakness, uncertainty, ignorance; here, too, fearful squeals in a dark room end in a sound sleep to everyone’s delight. There is love here. There is mutual joy. There is a feeling of discovery. There is forgiveness. There is pride. There is tenderness.

No fear.

Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven. (7) .