VASSYLEVSKEY
Vassylevkey was a kind of hippie like the Hollywood bohemians are used to be. He had one crystal tattooed on his chest and "I love to fuck in Los Angeles" on the bottom of his abdomen. Of course his beard was long, bushy and sticky, the same for the huge mustache growing over his eternal kid smile. And as a cherry on the top of the Chivas cake, nature haired distinguished Vassylevkey with the golden blond long hair falling in the cascades of lazy curls on his back. But! A kind of magic which made Vassylevkey an undeniable sex monster was a secret of the color of his beard. It was Mexican red. Like a high voltage spicy pimentos. It was full natural and sticky and stinky, possibly some animals lived in hunting for the remains falling from the mouth while dining. Red and blond. Long bushy stinky and sticky ramming in Virgin Mary dying in ecstasy of the first orgasm, swollen lips wide shouted with a crisped hand... under the roof of the gardener workshop, behind the family villa, in the south of Florida. His blond long hairs fell from under one very old and original Texan cowboy hat. It was big and crafted of leather, crackled, dusty, full of the sun hit and fire smoke. Undetermined color, actually a kind of jungle toxic mushroom color, and some very old wine, and horses shit. Vassylevkey did still from one personal collection an original Jimi Hendrix patchwork coat, which has been described by Norman Spinrad in the Kids of the Fortune. He never left this coat far from his shoulders, and so many girls dreamed of wearing it in the morning on their naked breasts and to prepare the first in a day espresso. Vassylevkey was watching them doing an instant fashion show, on the top of the glamorous sperm spritz. He said " all I need is my coat, my hat , my boots and my pistols' '. Yes, Vassylevskey was a hippie from one long original line of the hippies... In the Vassylevskey family, a rainbow of colors of the way of life appeared in the twenties of the twentieth century. His Russians grand grandparent, riches and nearly raped and hang by the revolutionary youngsters, escaped with all their necessary minimum to Switzerland, where they squatted one huge alpine chalet which was a Vassylevskey family property from the times long before any revolutions. Vassylevskey had his first giant orgy to enjoy in this family refuge, after which he moved away on the skies. Family wasn't his very topic. Even if composed by the incredible level freaks who appreciated particularly the modern times. Vassylevkeys father had become coke baron in the seventies, and his mother for any hugest recompense wouldn't have denied her aristocratic blue blood roots, even in the front of the oldest Dakota shaman hidden in the forest of the Black Rocks.
Vassylevskey had one extremely simplified recognition concerning humanity. He shared his system key with me while we spent one afternoon together in the garage. One little guy with an Asian face was boosting with the wax the tank of the chopper of Vassylevskey, I wouldn't ever touch with one nail the layers of the dust covering the tank of my father's bike.Vassylevskey needed to see his reflection permanently, so his tank black pearl had to be constantly polished to keep the black mirror effect. The garage was lost somewhere in the dry herbs of the pampas. Vassyl was cleaning two pistols. He said "there are four types of the humans, like the main casts... the ones believe them the gods, and they behave this way till some iron hits their skulls... others believe they are the owners of the earth, they occupy all grands territories, they put the fences and the walls everywhere, and they make a show till some bombs destroy their holidays villas... They have always the problems with another kind of humanity who is travelling from the centuries, from always actually, like hypnotized these travelers are following the sun, and they must strongly use their brains to manage the limitations of the occupants, who administrate all the roads in the fucking world...schaisse! "... I agreed fully" the next ones are the rebels, they are born like this, born to be against something, nobody actually knows against what the rebels are, but they are..."...he putted a pistol on the table and has thrown one laser look over the ocean of the dry herbs..." however, there's one type more, which is common to all precedent types... These are the robbers. The pirates." Vassylevskey never used the silver pistols to shut down any life or to do the holes in someone's skin to persuade a kind of ultimate souvenir. Vassyl didn't eat meat, nor any alimentation product of animal origin, he was vegan.Nevertheless, Vassyl did learn to maintain the silver pistols in such a way in his hands that anyone who tried to look for a war with Vassyl was getting peaceful very fast.Vassylevskey was imperturbable while shooting with the real silver balls around the head of suddenly meeting with "enemy". The bullets were whistling in the air and blowing all kinds of totally unnecessary objects. All to do a lot of noise and to do a show of Vassyls precision of shooting. Besides, every gangster from the north of the continent till the south of the southern continent had heard about the eccentric son of the coke baron. And Vassyl had no difficulties to go around with the very active thieves, smugglers, dealers, bandits, Hells Angels, killers and pimps. He felt on him one cold scientist's attraction to this part of humanity which was evolving in the darkness of the natural laws. What to say in this case about his own ancestors, who by the laws of the overwhelming god conspiring with the tsars created one long line sequencedwith the next generations of descendants
successful till one communist, had a pleasure immense to shut down the giant bells of the religions focusing on the image of one imaginary god who was the universal advisor to the long line of more or less prominent tsars. revolutionary youngsters had knocked with the rifles on the massive goldener doors of Vassylevskey grandpa palace. So grandpa did a very blitz conference with other parasites from the tsars' galaxy, after which he ordered his servants to pack on high speed all his BDSM stuff to one big coffer and to send it as fast as possible in the direction of Switzerland. It was a very expensive excursion , but successful. Who were they? Who would mention them how?For the masses of the people they were the parasites, for other mass of the folk they were chosen by universal power to protect the simply naked and "lost" in the nature a humble paysan or one bourgeois who was negotiating with the goods of life with others bourgeois in the interests of the fatherlands.
For those who couldn't find their legitimate place in the "natural" composition of the order, one total wilderness of the forests and the mountains was the only alternative. They didn't die even in the rough, deadly, freezing winters of Siberia. They came back and with the power of lungs restructured by violent real nature they had to shout to the ears of the nation "kill the parasite!!!". And they managed. After what they took the places of the precedent parasites and they pushed themillions of the paysans in the fascinating, crazy toboggans of progress. Vassyl had a wild, savage pleasure to participate in the animal beuveries of the gangs. He was penetrating in the realm of the creation of the God advisor of his ancestors via the medium tsar. He was smelling with the finest perversion the fragrances of the testosterone, of blood, of sperm, of the sweat, of the sine and holly endorphin. All this chemistry was a reason for life, even out of the zones of human life by the human rights and laws protected. Life is a machine which we can not blow up, more you're going to struggle it, more it will fuck! Vassylevskey discovered one night going away from his mind, while penetrating with his aristocrat profile into the boundaries of the luxurious brothels of the "anti humans" devoted to life till death comes on, how Everything had become a mass of the implosing matter, real orgasm of the instantly following them creations, consumptions and explosions, to rebirth and to rebirth, and to rebirth. Everything is so only now...Vassyl was whispering in to the ears of one glamorous little rock star, while his aristocratic profile was shaping her heaven.
The guys from "out of the law" honestly liked and accepted Vassylevskey as a kind of angelic student imperturbable in the experiencing of the human soul. Vassyl was for them a kind of the smile of the gods. " I am deeply persuaded, that all of you gangsters...! " Vassylevskey was performing over a table designed with the guns, rifles, long lines of cocaine, covers of the Rock records, golden rings and diamonds, the robbers and the killers all full of amphetamines and LSD were focusing on Vassylevskeys mouth. " I am deeply persuaded that all of you, like you are here guys, and even in a few next generations of yours similar, you wouldn't be able to still so much and to kill so many as like my ancestors were able to do...." Vassyl was an intellectual, fervent with all of his heart to give justice of to be to every human on the planet. They were attentioned with him. He was talking. " And the memories of these motherfuckers are floating in my blood, they are a consistency of myself... They are my matter." Vassyl was enthusiastic, purely devoted to life, that's why he learned how to use the pistols with one incredible precision. He didn't kill, but he rubbed.The gangsters respected Vassyls robberies and allowed them even on their particular territories. Why? Simply because of the eccentric style with which Vassylevskey was committing them.This beautiful genuinely Russian slim guy was performing the reality shows for one shady public, and the cops were the chickens. Vassyl didn't buy a black pearl chopper, it was offered to him from the Hells. They loved the attack of Vassyls pigeons on one police station. The pigeons were fed before with one immensity of the oats and apples, after which they were sent to the police station roof where Vassyl stuck a red flag, a sign of recognition for trained animals. The birds by the hundreds colonized the roof of the building and did such a big shit all around that every cop had to clean his uniform. In such a confusion, one of the actuals arrested found an opportunity to escape and to join his Hells Angels. "Oh! I just helped him, he is a cool guy, we had a few girls together..." explained Vassyl to the bikers' president when this one asked the explanation of his actions. After what the Hells Angels offered to Vassyl one black pearl full ride on the trip chopper.