spoke with my cousin on the possible different effects of a new drug that created a friend. had a small bottle as medicine on a wooden table. I saw her and stared, crouched, with our face to the height of the table. "Let me try me first" he said, sweating, excited. "Ok", I replied, to me, the truth, I do not care much about my cousin. I turned to the poster chapo guzman who was in his living room when I returned the hearing, she was foaming with red eyes and red face. "Feeling? You feel?" giving nudges, she fell back, shouted "shit I cock whore!" and vomited his guts out, do the entire digestive system in the soil there. "De puta madre" I said, impressed. the police came and questioned me. I answered it, from scratch, had cast their pharynx, esophagus, stomach, small intestine and large intestine. "Agree" said the police and left my life forever. back in solitude, I took the bottle and gave him a drink. My blood began to warm up and my brain, as it is programmed to do, freed all rich in it to be near death, the greatest pleasure I've felt through my body and leave vi my face all in charge of processing the food. "Buargh!" I did and I moved like a fish before they die. appeared in the hell and took a ride. a man with a very nice suit and glasses gave me a gift bag. "Ohh" I did and I sat on a bench in a park with dead grass. "An album of Enrique Iglesias?" I asked the target to get the first item in the bag. bullshit. a chubby ugly laughed in my ear. "You're a fucking" I said and tried to grab the whistle. ran and wanted to laugh, but I could not, hell is shit and no where to go from there. I walked from here over there remembering my death, remembering the pleasure he took me to an eternity of boredom and things that seem parents, but they are really horrible. I decided to escape hell. I made inquiries and in a few days ago I spoke on this infernal Maliante gang known as the pendejs. "No respect" says the tattoo leader, Marian. motorcycles had been born there, in hell. were a bunch of bastards and promised to get you out of hell if you made them perform oral sex on the 7 members of the gang. I fell on my knees and started to work. turned out to be pretty good thing that I orgullezco, but I guess it is a useful skill. "Ok" Marian told me all uncomfortable, believe me a fag and I proved otherwise. I went to a balloon and climbed and climbed and kept climbing. I sat on the balloon tired of waiting, clouds were on the sides and the sky seemed endless. I took my pack of cigarettes and I stared him a while, forgotten the spirit in hell. "That this is my life?" I asked, remembering the promises I made as a child. "Bah", I got sucked a cigarette and smoked it all. the cigarette came to an end and fell asleep. I dreamed something dreadful. I dreamed that endless shit, shit would not let you leave me, shit stinking solid and accumulated in the ivory and no longer kept out, and I still spend hours, droning, droning. my mother who does not secretly hate me, shouted from outside "damn! cheeky!" I cried, wishing me a believer, but the custom of the blue was deep and no matter how you wish had abandoned God and God did not exist at all. order thinking such thoughts the more metaphysical shit I left the queue, the more savage insult was thrown across the door. the tears still feel them there in my cheeks. expulsion lasted lasted all that sleep I was awakened when hitting the ground. I sat up and took a look. was in a cemetery on a cloudy afternoon, that kind of evening that makes one victim to the anime. a super cute black came running, screaming, saying "stupid idiot!" had fallen into the grave of her ex-boyfriend and the balloon had destroyed his tombstone. I'm sorry I tried to tell, but I hit the chest, right in the heart. I fell off the balloon basket, she continued hitting, screaming like crazy. his punches felt like kisses. I got tired and stop me, our eyes met, I fell in love at the moment, she knew and gave a grin. "Naïve," he said and spat in my face, I felt like a dog. "Pay me now" I said, taking my hair, "I have money in my house" I said, struggling against the love he felt for her. got into his black convertible and drove to my little home on the prairie. entered and found everything as he had left. a piggy police pulled a wad of cash, "the cost?" I asked her heart beating hard, "brings pa here, abnormal" and I took the bundle, stealing my savings. is gone forever with the little love I had and all the money that belonged to me. I lay on my bed to mourn as the ladybird I have always tried to hide, "this is my life?" I wondered, recalling those clubs that I did my elementary school teachers. my cousin came through the door, "black magic, I'm back" I said with red eyes, with the devil in her eyes, hungry for human flesh, "cool" I said, I've never discussed a lot about it. sat on the bed and ran his finger down my face, taking some of my tears. licked his finger, flavor. "You're good," he said with a English accent. "Why now?" I asked him, "Come, come with me and went to the city, the drug maker of one of his friends. I remembered the beginning of this adventure, "has nothing to do" I said very close to my ear. entered a large factory in a horrible neighborhood. lucrencio called his friend and was a very skinny white man who smelled like gin. gave us a tour of his factory. "How beautiful!" I said finally, standing outside his office. "I am a great artist," I told my pocket and pulled out a crumpled paper. he had written in a story. a story about two platypuses with eating disorders. I read and they both laughed at me in my face, I said that I surrendered and got a better job, I'm all self-conscious and I did not speak throughout the afternoon. drug gave newly created and returned to the house. discussed a while and she was the first to try it, I never discussed much about it ...
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