I Have Opened Eyes, Realising Nothing, Understanding Nothing

I have opened eyes, realising nothing, understanding nothing half awake, and have given a hand to a pressure source. Egor slept, its breath was not audible, and its member, , , having inflated till the unreasonable sizes, stuck out, ready my body! Translating breath from this "opening", I have laid down on a back and have begun quietly and to play gently a hand with this "natural phenomenon", an embodiment of a man's nature. It was also firm, as a tree, and soft, as gentle silk, and hot, as blood, and cool, as a shade at a stream. It was live! In reply to my movements, it began to grow at length, to bulk up at thickness, Though, apparently, where further! The thought has flashed on the brink of consciousness: really it " a spear" how Chineses write, yes what there a spear, this the column - thickness and length is not enough what not about a children's foot, my bosom can contain? Has flashed and has disappeared, because all thoughts have left, all have flashed at once and have burnt down: I want! I want! And anything else.