Palms wet lastami slip on a floor, and the most difficult now is necessary and difficult in a jump to God - to be wrung out from a
floor, to lift not only a body, but also tjazhelennye concrete plates. Or basalt? Here now I and to a stack am definitive on the
earth, is possible even having left to be on all fours the skeleton, and itself having dropped out rather dirty flakes of a flesh on
the peeled floor. I press palms in a firm surface and I push it from myself. Anything. It is not possible to squeeze out uniform
millimetre. A second pause. Still a push. Again anything. On the third attempt is not present either forces, or time. Probably and it
is necessary to die with the lifted up bum as though has at last decided to insert to itself an enema. To me it is again ridiculous.
When still so has had fun.
Long-awaited vice at last is closed, breaks a thorax, a backbone, splits up a skull, bones of hands and feet, flattens out a body,
mills a skeleton, eyes burst, as an overripe cranberry, lips are flattened out on the rests of a teeth, heart fades, the skin is torn,
cut up by numerous bone splinters, blood bryzzhet by water from holes in the submarine case, for an instant the heat and
stickiness facilitating tortures, and in the middle of mad repetition of the  destruction I suddenly feel that the floor on which I lie,
begins slowly to heel towards the flattened out feet, an angle of slope increases, remains rise vertically, and nothing remains how
to lean about a wall.