The Best Bitch on the Net, English version, 18

18. GREBENSCHIKOV, TARKOVSKY AND THE WATER CLOSET…


“My job is simple, I look at the light...” Boris Grebenshchikov once did sing at the dawn of my hazy youth. Basically, I end up doing the same thing... ))
On weekdays, I start looking at the light at exactly 7:02 a.m...

Once, in my second youth, I was fascinated by esotericism, mysticism, occultism, and numerology, among other things, and since then I have always set my alarm clock so that the sum of the digits of the time it is set to equals “nine,” that is, the number of Transition, “a comma with a hole” and all that...
 
During the winter months, my “simple” job is, of course, slightly more difficult. I have to feel my way carefully so as not to wake my wife, get to the balcony, and turn on the table lamp there before reading the “shma” and smoking my first cigarette of the day on an empty stomach.

Then, on the way to the bathroom, I have to wake up my teenage son, announcing that he has five minutes to get ready to wake up completely while I take a contrast shower. After this procedure, which takes about five minutes, I have to immediately turn on the TV in the kitchen and, to the accompaniment of news about the war (oh, Orwell!), put breakfast for my teenager in the microwave—for example, corn on the cob and some chicken strips—and start the coffee machine... It is also necessary to put cat food in bowls for Sarah and Opera, who are already meowing unambiguously, as if in greeting, having taken their places in the cat dining room, that is, on the windowsill, so as not to cross paths with the huge black dog Charlie while eating...

After that, while breakfast is heating up, I need to check how seriously the teenager took my words about being ready to wake up in five minutes... )) If everything is fine, breakfast is ready, and the teenager has indeed gone to wash and brush his teeth, I can pour myself some coffee from the coffee machine and go back to the balcony to smoke my second cigarette of the day...

Then begins the most pointless period of the morning, when you have to check on your teenager every three to five minutes to make sure that everything is going according to plan: breakfast is being consumed at cruising speed, no one is distracted by games or videos on their smartphone, the school backpack is packed properly, the gym uniform is not forgotten, the absence of which always results in an unconditional “F.”

As a rule, it is precisely at this already hectic time that my wife wakes up, Ninka wakes up (she is homeschooled, so she goes to school a little later); there is a lot of commotion in the hallway, aggravated by the huge black dog Charlie rushing between us all (his massive claws clatter loudly on the laminate flooring as he rushes around), nervously awaiting his morning walk... When we are sober, Nadya always walks him, and when we are drunk, I do it with my eyes closed...

Charlie, of course, prefers to walk with “mommy.” They walk around the neighborhood for a long time, including several courtyards of nearby houses, where he is allowed to play with other dogs, or even visit the dog park. With me, the arrangement is more strict. We go out purely to “do business” while I smoke two or three cigarettes, and if I see another dog in the distance, I immediately take Charlie in the other direction, saying, “No, you can't, bad boy...” However, most dog owners behave this way early in the morning. But if there is no real hope of a walk with “mom,” Charlie is happy with this arrangement... ))

Finally, somewhere around nine o'clock, the teenagers leave for school, my wife goes for a walk with our big black dog, and I finally turn on the computer, having smoked five cigarettes in just over an hour, nervously wondering why everyone is taking so long to get ready... ))

“My job is simple, I look at the light...” Boris Borisych once did sing. But, for example, Alexander, the main character in Tarkovsky's film “The Sacrifice” (one of my favorite movies, by the way), said that the most important thing in life is ritual. “Just take a glass of water and pour it into the toilet every morning!” he explained to his little son, who was temporarily mute. “But make sure you do it every morning at the same time!”

As the masses like to repeat on any occasion, “I hear you...”

Regardless of what big plans I have for the day, it always starts with posting a couple of updates in several VK communities... One is Nadia's personal private erotic page with 10,000 subscribers (the maximum number possible for a personal account), another is her public, albeit “18+” community with 20,000 fans (there are no restrictions on the number of members in communities), and, of course, my favorite brainbaby of recent months, the electronic magazine “Homo Fucking,” where I and several other editors appointed by me publish a shitload of private and professional photos and videos — both from well-known labels (because it's not prohibited on VK), as well as from ordinary users who like to pose naked (well, who doesn't like that!) and who constantly send their very, very spicy material to the community's private messages.

In this same electronic magazine, I publish articles devoted to fucking in psychological, historical, and sometimes philosophical aspects. There, I also publish cult BDSM films with the best actresses of this genre, carefully translated by Yandex: Siren de Mer, Veronica Avluv, Simone Sonay, Dee Williams (wife of the famous porn director Matt Williams), Catherine de Sade, and many, many more...

Yes, my water, which I pour into the water closet of the world every morning with due reverence, is clean, bitch, like a “Komsomol girl's tear,” and delicious and intoxicating, like heather honey, or even like soma... )) My work is simple... I look at the Light...



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She lives as a recluse in some Estonian or Latvian village; she sincerely longs for the big stage, for real theater, and in general for a life when art was valued, and many of today's crazy people were not considered crazy, but rather the creative elite of society...

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TO BE CONTINUED...


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