In these halls no acts of worship are celebrated, they are exclusively devoted to gatherings of the people of the kind which we have come to know in the course of our long struggle; to such gatherings we have become accustomed and we wish to maintain them.
She fought the sensations, but it was a losing battle.
Sperm and semen, in a creamy white flood, filled the spongy tunnel of her vagina. She found the stalk of his sex and squeezed.
In one thrust, he skewered into her, burying himself within the moist harbor of her pussy. Here they attempt, by a constant appeal to the sentimentality — untroubled by any sort of knowledge — of the world-citizens of democracy to bewail the downfall of German culture: in other words, they lament the commercial closing-down of those elements which, as the heralds and exponents of the November Republic, forced their cultural characteristics, as unnatural as they were deplorable, upon the period between the two Empires; and which have now played out their role for good and all.
She was lying on her back on a warm, sticky mattress. Her pelvis undulated beneath him, washing the clingy folds of her pussy around him, bathing his bone-hard rod in the luxury of her body.
She was on her hands and knees now, her arms wrapped around a pair of legs and her mouth wrapped around a thick cock. He felt so damn good.
She lay in between two men, impaled upon their cocks.
His balls jumped. His hands covered her bulging tits and his mouth met hers. She was scraping it up with her fingers and stuffing it into her mouth when a second cock slid in. Her fingernails dug into the globes of his buttocks, trying to drag him deeper into the steamy, contracting channel of her cunt.
The room seemed awfully bright all of a sudden, but before her mind cold explore this thought, the cock in her mouth began to spurt jism. She fondled her own breasts with one hand while holding onto the second man’s cock as it slid in and out of her mouth. Another man was on top of her now, pumping in and out.
Such folk are not National Socialists, but something else — in any case, something which has nothing to do with us. A few moments later, she threw back her head and screamed as she was overtaken by an intense orgasm.
The mystic narrowness and gloom of the cathedrals began to recede and, to match the free life of the spirit, buildings became spacious and flooded with light. She worked her own pelvis, accommodating his wants and needs, giving herself completely to him.
He came a few seconds later, pumping sperm into her wet pussy. Already her body raced toward its release of lust and desire.
She tried to kiss him, wanting to feel his tongue on hers, but a second man slipped his cock into her panting mouth.
At the head of our program there stand no secret surmising but clear-cut perception and straightforward profession of belief.
Therefore we have no rooms for worship, but only halls for the people — no open spaces for worship, but spaces for assemblies and parades.
Taking her hand once again, he led her from the water. She felt the juices of arousal flowing within her, lubricating the fleshy piston that reamed her so marvelously.
As tight as possible, she squeezed down on his shafting length. While she had wriggled and tried to squirm away, he had pulled the pink top up over herbreasts, leaving it bunched up under her chin.
Greedily, she sucked at it as fast as she could, but some sperm spilt out over her face. One man, the one beneath her, had his cock up her pussy, and the one on top was thrusting in and out of her asshole.
Mystical twilight gave way before increasing brightness. Our worship is exclusively the cultivation of the natural, and for that reason, because natural, therefore God-willed. Her stretched cunt began to tingle, and a warm feeling spread out through her stomach and up into her breasts, causing her nipples to harden and become ultra-sensitive. Hotter and hotter the fires of need burned within the core of her body.
We will not allow mystically-minded occult folk with a passion for exploring the secrets of the world beyond to steal into our Movement. She had asked him to fuck her. The place he selected was a small grassy clearing hidden behind a low hedge-like growth of bushes – secluded and just right for two bodies.
With reckless abandon she threw her pelvis upward, deepening the angle of his penetration. The combined sensations sent her into a flurry of loud orgasms.
A third cock was stuffed into her panting mouth. It felt so long and hard – so ready to enter the aching slit of her sex. In and out he poled, plummeting and probing the hot socket of her cunt, and harder he pumped into her aching pussy.
He was like a rutting stag and she was the vessel of his lust. She had men who knew more about how to please a woman, but very few could match his vigor.
Then he slammed back, drilling to the hilt. She whimpered and thrashed beneath the weight of the youth atop her. His hands squeezed into the pliable domes of her breasts, as though using them for handles. His balls emptied themselves of their fiery load, jetting fountain after fountain into her trembling pussy, until his come oozed from her wanton slit and trickled down a thigh. Behind her, a man finished coming and pulled out.
As he continued to thrust in and out, she slipped her arms around his neck and crushed her face to his. She moaned and began to massage it with her aching tongue.
Without speaking, she lowered herself to the grass, laying on her back, thighs open to him. In no event can National Socialism or the National Socialist State give to German art other tasks than those which accord with our view of the world. This was not just some youthful sexual partner. Up and down her hips hunched, matching each of his ravaging strokes. Simultaneously, she reached down, wedging a hand between their cores.
National Socialism is not a cult-movement — a movement for worship; it is exclusively a “volkic” political doctrine based upon racial principles. He answered with a pleased smile and came to her, sliding atop the luxury of her supine body.
The more nearly the modern State approaches to the imperial idea of the ancient world-power, so more and more will the general character of that civilization be manifested in its influence upon the formation of the style of our own day. By contrast we shall be influenced in a thousand ways through the evidences and memories of that mighty imperial Power of antiquity which, although in fact destroyed fifteen hundred years ago, still as an ideal force lives on and works on in the imaginations of men.
Full weight, he rested atop the quivering bed of woman flesh, moaning his total pleasure.
The next thing she knew, he was inside her, impossibly big! She groaned as he pumped in and out, first with pain, but then with something else.
She had been wrong in thinking of him as a boy earlier – he was every inch a man. His groans rose to mingle with hers. Therefore we do not trouble in any way to make German art and culture suit the tastes of international Jewry.
A man lay on top of her, pumping frantically. But the gigantic works of the Third Reich are a token of its cultural renascence and shall one day belong to the inalienable cultural heritage of the Western world, just as the great cultural achievements of this world in the past belong to us today. There were times when a half-light was the necessary condition for the effectiveness of certain teachings: we live in an age when light is for us the fundamental condition of successful action.
Her fingers caressed the swollen firmness of his youthful length, reveling in its virile feel, its urgent throbs.
After that first orgasm, everything became a blur. On the other hand, at the present moment, the expression of a new view of the world which is determined by the conception of race will return to those ages which in the past have already possessed a similar freedom of the spirit, of the will, and of the mind. Deep and hard, he drove into her. It was the sexiest thing he had ever heard.
In its purpose there is no mystic cult, only the care and leadership of a people defined by a common blood-relationship. Raising her arms, she beckoned to him. His prick slithered from the molten deeps of her cunt. He had never imagined her using that word, let alone begging him to do it. Eventually, however, the pain went away, and a new kind of warmth spread through her.
Our humility is the unconditional submission before the divine laws of existence so far as they are known to us men: it is to these we pay our respect. At the same time, her eyes roved over him, homing in on the turgid pole of cock jutting from his groin. It will be a sorry day when through the stealing in of obscure mystic elements the Movement or the State itself issues obscure commissions.
The mysticism of Christianity, at the period of its greatest intensity, demanded for the buildings which it ordered an architectonic form which not only did not contradict the spirit of the age, but rather helped it to attain that mysterious gloom which made men the more ready to submit to renunciation of self. But since we set as the central point of this perception and of this profession of belief the maintenance and hence the security for the future of a being formed by God, we thus serve the maintenance of a divine work and fulfill a divine will — not in the secret twilight of a new house of worship, but openly before the face of the Lord. But for religious rites we are not the authorities, but the churches! If anyone should believe that these tasks of ours are not enough for him, that they do not correspond with his convictions, then it is for him to prove that God desires to use him to change things for the better.
Then he was still, soaking in the gratification of their carnal union. His mouth was wide open, and a thin line of drool spilt out and fell onto her face.
And so art today will in the same way announce and herald that common mental attitude, that common view of life, which governs the present age. It is even dangerous to issue any commission for a so-called place of worship, for with the building will arise the necessity for thinking out so-called religious recreations or religious rites, which have nothing to do with National Socialism. She groaned in disbelief. Momentarily surprised, he began to kiss back, and their tongues entwined frantically. What the fingers of these poor wretches have penned or are penning the world will — perhaps unfortunately — forget, as it has forgotten so much else. He filled her, packed her to the brim.
It will do this not because this age entrusts commissions to artists, but because the execution of these commissions can meet with understanding only if it reveals in itself the true essence of the spirit of this age. His cock makinga squelching sound in her wet pussy.
She came twice before the cock in her asshole started to spray sperm up her ass.
It does not make propaganda for an individual work, for the subject, or for the artist; it makes propaganda for the Greek world as such, which confronts us in Hellenism. Our commandment is the courageous fulfillment of the duties arising from those laws. She opened her mouth to receive it. Hot and tight, her cunt stretched around the swollen length of his cock.
We have no religious retreats, but arenas for sports and playing-fields, and the characteristic feature of our places of assembly is not the mystical gloom of a cathedral, but the brightness and light of a room or hall which combines beauty with fitness for its purpose.
And although the Jewish-democratic press magnates in their effrontery even today seek brazenly to turn these facts upside down, we know that the cultural achievements of Germany will in a few years have won from the world respect and appreciation far more unstinted even than that which they now accord to our work in the material field. If it wasn’t enough that this her latest lover was so young, there was the wicked taste of forbidden fruit in their union.
Gush after gush of hot, burning come spewed from the head of his cock.
The woman under him groaned with pleasure beneath the fleshy impact. Thus, naturally, the manifestation in art of a European conception of the State will not be possible through civilizations, as, for example, the civilizations of the Far East, which — because they are foreign to us — have no message for our day.
“Yes,” she whispered when his pelvis rose once again.
She felt man kneel down behind her, but instead of putting his cock into her pussy, he thrust it suddenly into her virgin asshole.
The only sphere in which the Jewish international newspapers still today think that they can attack the new Reich is the cultural sphere. Thrills of lustful want blasted through her wanton body. She came, her whole body shuddering with tremors of unleashed pleasure. She whined and wiggled her bottom, desperate for more cock. His cock, jerking with excitement, rammed into the welcoming gash of her shaven pussy.
Expertly, she guided him to the slightly-pouting lips of her labia, nestling his cockhead within those thick lips. Their bodies slapped together, just wet from the water and moistened by their own sweat. She accepted and welcomed each forceful lunge of his penetrating cock.
He stood above her for a moment obviously enjoying the unashamed nakedness of her body. She had moaned and cried as he began mauling her tits, but everything seemed so far away. He pulled up the zipper on her skirt and tore it off. The first of many that night. His hips inched upward.
“Yes, that’s it.”
They met in exploding ecstasy. The art of Greece is not merely a formal reproduction of the Greek mode of life, of the landscapes and inhabitants of Greece; no, it is a proclamation of the Greek body and of the essential Greek spirit.
She made the channel of her cunt a fleshy vise, igniting a pleasurable friction over each inch of his prick. Moreover, it is naturally not decisive what attitude, if any, foreign peoples take toward our works of culture, for we have no doubt that cultural creative work, since it is the most sensitive expression of a talent conditioned by blood, cannot be understood, far less appreciated, by individuals or races who are not of the same or related blood.
Swollen and long, his young prick tunneled deeply into the mouth of her belly. She felt every bit as good as he had imagined. German architecture, sculpture, painting, drama, and the rest bring today documentary proof of a creative period in art, which for richness and impetuosity has rarely been matched in the course of human history.
His hips plunged down. With an excited tremor of desire, his hips bucked forward.
She jerked suddenly awake as cold water splashed in her face. Jewry, with its bolshevist onslaught, might smash the Aryan States and destroy those native strata of the people whose blood destined them for leadership, and in that case the culture which had hitherto sprung from these roots would be brought to the same destruction. She squealed and tried to move away, but a pair of hands in her hair kept her face firmly impaled on a cock. The throbbing heat of her thighs expanded, swirling out in nebulous streams. Her thighs pulsed with a glowing heat.
Thus one can easily imagine that, for instance, in the sphere of religion men will always work backwards to the form-language of a period in which Christianity appeared to meet every need.
The buildings which are arising in the Reich today will speak a language that endures, a language, above all, more compelling than the Yiddish babblings of the democratic, international judges of our culture. He did a little aroused twitch atop her and moaned. The unsteady, groping transition of the nineteenth century led finally in our days to that crisis which in one way or another had to find its solution.
In a rush, like erupting lava, he came. He wanted to just lay, feeling her beneath him, soaking in the liquid warmth of her womanly core, but his body was fired with lust. She lay on her back, her legs spread wide and bent upwards over her head.
They worked together, each trying to satisfy, yet take as much as possible from the other. The growing protest against this crushing of the freedom of the soul and of the will, which had lasted for centuries, immediately opened the way to new forms of expression in artistic creation.
We can today speak with justice of a new awakening of our cultural life, which finds its confirmation not in mutual compliments and literary phrases, but rather in positive evidences of cultural creative force.
by Jeri Vasquez
Cued by his words
the lights died
and darkness filled the Veritorium.
a break at the end of the first hour,
dropped down and
come up with a crime
so awful that it means an
by Tanisha Delacruz
We looked on
as men and women were clubbed
to the ground,
hard to breathe.
I knew that
something vitally important
There is always symbolism involved
by Bridgette Wilson
fell behind us and the
open plains opened
I clacked my jaw-
Nor would our watcher answer
in the few minutes
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