и немного о пупках. анатомия такая анатомия

- ...а потом он заорал не своим голосом "и больше сюда чтоб ни ногой, иначе, клянусь пупком Люцифера..." - у Люцифера нет пупка, - меланхолично перебил Дэз с набитым ртом. на этот раз он набрал где-то жутких ментолово-эвкалиптовых леденцов, громко хрустел ими и парадоксально дышал холодом на собеседника. собеседник тут же воспользовался лазейкой сменить тему: - а у тебя есть пупок? - with my physical matter I have everything you need to see and are used to see, my tiny friend, - промурлыкал серафим, но уже менее беззаботно треща твердой карамелью. - you know the question, Des. - I'm boringly empowered. I always do. so it is - yes. - what for? - and what do you need your own stomach for? - in your true nature, how could anyone explain, why do you pretend so thoroughly a human being? while you're capable to perform or more exactly to transform yourself into some brand new entity. unexpectedly and stunning. - and then I do corrupt irreparably your minds? no, thanks. now tell me, why does your false biology and more exactly your false navel exist? are you lying to yourself? are you suffering under the alienating pressure? don't you want to perform something special and create out from your depths - together with god-like-Dæmon of course - beautiful two-headed dragon-kinda-end-of-days beast? - and why is it instantly just that notorious dragon about? aren't we able to be a planet? a star? pre- or post-nova solis? literally pure flow of anger or celestial Buddha energy? how many eyes is it appropriate to have in everyday goddy life? did you ever have a similar conversation? - I did. with wee-master Hell, indeed. and I've heard for now a half of necessary voices. does your devoted to holy darkness and unholy genocide party spouse-in-law speak and spell? - I like my navel. it seems simply to have it - it is so pornographically and perverted enough by itself. Dæmon smokes his cigarette in a traditional violent way. violent one - to all who have caught the underdog to be around and to have the eyes opened. Des feels wounded, head and neck. Angel feels Deserett's suffocation with laughing and tragic empathy mixed. - no crap? - at last Des brings the itchy question to his mouth. - no gap, - the answer is grinning. without any traces of smile on pale frozen face. "fucking piece of fridge" - Angel's clear thought. "fucking masterpiece, I'd like to fuck die hard" - seraph's unclear thought. "Ursula forgot the last call at black hotel. overslept hangover Raul on heli in midtown at noon. again", - dark commander's very serious thought. the only one who gives a fuck to metaphysical matter. and wee-mastermind Xavier, always laughing his fucking ass out, watching this crap through 103rd floor telemetry system cams. #ar #untitled April 18, 2022