They tear my guts and heart as I like gushing blood boils and creates friendly monsters blackish skin and red eyes.
my lips are chapped and dry my voice as bird feathers caress the remains of the shadow that one day I came to be. Hair falls out and comes a mocking attitude simian face, wicked smile, sharp fangs and a bad host. All this for love.
- I got tired of swallowing hugs, flowers and caresses! farfullía the monster as he turned to push up on the trunk and the slogans cheered monstruillos Aramaic.
A stench arose from that rotten body, a living death of someone who wanted to be human. A man cursed in the reign of chaos ..
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- Grandfather and why vlvió crazy?
- As he saw his wife die and could do nothing
- And why did bad things?
- Because it was neither man nor wanted to be ..
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microstories, will be interspersed with songs, poetry, manifestos and other bullshit that I usually post .. The next will begin with the last sentence thereof.
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