Excerpts from Holy Scripture. Four moths
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that light BEER.
First prayer, morning prayer:
"O great one, who struck my heart yesterday
to his weary brain and fragile body!
Deliver me from the suffering that has made me so tired
my soul, a sinner, tormented by you, but
saint like a violet blossoming its violet
petals covered with sinful shame
a leaf of field, roadside burdock, with which
a certain scoundrel wiped his exhausted sufferer
niyami and hemorrhoids ass, and with which I covered
rejuvenated fertile black soil, on
which is how this violet grew, which is what I am -
s. I'm ashamed to tell you, oh mighty-
oh, sweetish yeast, about his sufferings -
yahs and desires. But I, tormented by thirst without-
Delia and YOU, I madly wish to open up to you
and extinguish to you, boiled in damp cellars,
lah moldy plant "Krynitsa" virgin in
a worn blue robe, which covered the whole
stains from you, O divine one, and the watchman
Mitrofan, whose scoundrel is not only out of time
cums, but also makes me horny with his wife
Morroy-backed black soil, under burdock
which I could find myself in the place of that
fragrant not at all from its own aroma
swearing, but from the defecation of the scoundrel Mitrofan,
tender,purple violet - about your wishes
niyah. O great and brown! With bubbles
and already exhausted without them!!! Let me
to a despicable youth suffering from madness
thirst and merciless butchery - apply
dry, exhausted from yesterday's searches
mud, which is always somewhere nearby, with lips,
to your shimmering northern and southern lights
glass womb and swallow you!!! Oh
divine and wonderful sip of BEER! And after
let me do one more... And after that
repent of your sins of yesterday, and
drink all the contents of your sparkling morning-
would!!! I ask not for your health, but for the sake of service.
to you!!! Do not disdain your servant and repay
give him a free bottle so that he can achieve
tweet the planned intrauterine ablution and
become a tender, fragrant violet on the flooded
the sun and Mitrofanich's shit, roadside
field!!! Amen!"
Second prayer, lunchtime:
“Something sucks for me, oh great one! I don't feel-
I feel like a manured violet. I'm ashamed
tell you, oh divine, but what-
something has changed in me, a sinner, but I torture-
let's become as holy as a violet, which I am
I don't feel myself. In my anxious body and
the tormented brain arose even more
sinful desires than before. I, co-
who devoted the rest of his insignificant life to
know your service, O pernicious and brain-dead one
knocking, desired to fall into low sin
apostasy and indulge in debauchery with
earthly and heavenlythe maidens that are sold in
next door to my wretched cell there is a gastranome,
the devil's water called booze. I'm pop-
I am hiding, O wonderful and diuretic one, to state the
be your sin as it really was
in fact. And let the cruel angel dry me up
Sushnyak and his deadly brother Bodun with their
with the powers given to them by you, O great and cosmic
pissing! For my sin is base in its shamelessness
betrayal of your faith in the faith of more
her low and driving me into the devilish
fun with depraved girls Ekaterina
and Tatyana, who gave me their potion and
entangling my mind in a network of local eloquence
in a different dialect, offered their mutilated
lack of male affection, bodies with saggy
like the ears of a spaniel with nipples and sweaty
lust with the loins with which I, drunk not with you,
oh, but “Hanitkam Acehhim, motsnym” was not in
forces to neglect, and which I took advantage of
to the joy of the virgins and to your own sin too. And the heat
Damn, oh infinitely malt-hopped one, I'm
I come to you with prayers for my forgiveness
lost soul! Let me have a terrible blowjob
punishment called gonorrhea, because there is no protection
I got involved at the most critical moment. What if
this is a blowjob, then let him give a blowjob at the same time
another one that causes not an itch in the loins, but
a screaming beast in swaddling clothes, for virgins are not
protected themselves from this, because they wanted to
get it for permanent use. But
great and bright (for I don’t like dark things),
these furies are as scary as Mitrofanich's hemorrhoids
inmoment of burdock manure, under which
my fragile violet hid,
which smells not at all of its own
beauty, but from the fact that it is heavy
licks from a straight line disfigured by hemorrhoids
Mitrofanich's intestines. I appeal to your mercy -
rdia and hope for immediate forgiveness
not in the form of another free bowl of YOU, oh
limitlessly filling my bladder-
yr! I promise to drink this cup to the dregs and
try not to cast it in the next fifteen
ten minutes. Amen!"
Third prayer, evening:
"Angels of wort and alcohol fermentation! And again I
I appeal to your hearing, and again I fall on my face
before you in anticipation of another forgiveness
my sinful and violet, not at all from
violets, faces. I am a sinner, godless and wretched
alcoholic drinker who has reached
sexually mature age and a certain al-
alcohol intoxication. Mitrofanich with his
Morroids and inability to cum on time, pros-
then an angel in the flesh, and there can be nothing
more divine than his holy crap that grows
ate on the surface of the roadside burdock,
which covered my fragile fallen soul - by
comparison with my sins, which I did not deserve
They even wipe their snot on the soiled ha-
lat of the maiden brewing at the Krynica brewery -
YOU! Having drunk your cup, I could not hold back yours
holy orders and ten minutes, and having appeared
These are the sinful virgins Ekaterina and Tatiana,
They also brought with them "Hanitka Asennyaga,motsnaga"... At that moment when I called out to
With forgiveness, these furies, it turns out
didn’t leave me at all, but simply ran away
for sacrifice in order to continue debauchery and
the village of my fall and slow op-
barking shit, but slowly but surely
flows under the roadside burdock, with intention
turn my fragile little body in which
the spark of prudence and holiness still glimmers
to you, into the dried crust of indifference. to me
It’s a shame, but as soon as I saw this trio of furies
and ink, I made a sinful sound expressing-
giving joy and approval. The Furies understood him
literally and again indulged in debauchery with mo-
them sexually mature body, mind and "Hanitkam
Acehhim, motsnym." As soon as they exhausted everything
my sinful powers, I rushed to you, oh
foamy and incomparable, and closed in the dark
a room that smells of Catherine and
Tatyana, Mitrofanich's crap and something else...
something that hurts your eyes like crazy. I call to you
fantastically delicious! Stop this nonsense
raze until my forces of holy resistance
and gastric gastritis did not allow completion
It is advisable to perish in debauchery and vice!!! B
gift to you, I'm ready to get another freebie -
battle of beer and drink it as a sign of complete
respect for you. Amen!"
Prayer fourth, last,
midnight:
"The world was filled with the smell of the covering me
shit that swam into my mind, along with
the door to the toilet broken down by the furies, in which
it turns out Istayed the last few
hours in an embrace with a wet, steep-hipped un-
and the basin, which obediently accepted all my thoughts
spiritual outpourings. Something broke inside me.
Apparently it crunched, unable to withstand the pressure
and stink, my thin stalk of holiness, on
which held my love and devotion
to you, O wandering and invigorating one. As if pon-
Mitrofanich's wasps surging on limitlessly
green burdock and an avalanche floating under it
in order to drown me, a tender purple fia-
lku - a bucket of water rushed over me, poured -
by the furies, along with abuse and the words: “What
will you take it from him now? Look how bored
there lived a brat!" Indifferent hands clasping
they pulled my mortal body and threw it on something
hard and smelling of gastric thoughts -
probably to a roadside field with a lonely and
crap like my life, a burdock. Oh os-
put away my frailty! Leave it! I would like to-
be as cheerful and purple as before
wine like a violet, grew up joyfully and carefree
necks under the roadside burdock, which covers
my holiness is a shadow of love and incomparable
you! No.. They don’t hear. They pull my little body
the sin they had from
me and into which they drove me... As if
shivering Mitrofanich - I am empty. Come to your senses, sin-
schnitze and repent!! Not in the name, but in the glory!
Grow above yourself! Above the frailty of existence and
the grayness of the fog that spreads over the field and
burdock! Rise above him, turn your
sin into the thorns and stick them into the hemorrhoidsbastard
Chi Mitrofanich, if he decides to get naked again
Damn the virginity of the violet soul! And
will be rewarded to you... And to him... And to me... Amen! "
P.S. “Eco kicked him! Apparently wine with beer
ohm got in the way... Okay, let's load it"
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