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TALES & Contos do Carallo...
This a free exercise, where I mix, reality,though,dream and violence, I  never justify the violence against any group or person, by ideology, colour, country or sex, this, not an exercise moral, ethical or religious,this only is a place without filters,here nobody got to vote,sometimes we are living in a world of opinion,unfortunately that opinion change other lives,produce hate and resentment.I try to produce emotions, in your face, the thematic content, no is subject to manipulated political, or social,my situation is singular,
I was accused of rapist 23 years ago, I´m 41,
I  do no force anyone to read this,
but third persons changed my life forever,
I have endured, homicide attempts, social contempt of manipulated minds, and can say in my person, that I got a peculiar vision of the life,
When finish writing the first tale THE BLOODY MAN(MOLOK THE MARAKEÑO), I gave it free, It was publicated on Facebook,after  5 minutes of put it in a file, they stole the work that I had given away
YOU MUST HAVE YOUR OWN OPINION,
YOU ARE ACTIVATING OTHER FACTS,
YOU ARE DOING A EXERCISING OF MANIPULATION,
YOU ARE FREE OF LIVE LIKE YOU WANT OR CAN,
THE THINGS IMPORTANT NEVER CHANGE
THE ACCESS TO THE REALITY, BEGIN BY ONESELF
IT BE AN EXERCISE OF MANIPULATED,
The man I will talk , was attracted by the noses that people have,
those deposits of snot of youth, like other beings,
are attracted by the ass and tits,
this man was attracted by the fantastic nasal prominences that it contains the faces of people,
especially liked to touch them,
noses of Filemon, wide noses, noses in the shape of a snail, Jewish noses, noses like fat and thin gherkins, red noses, white noses, yellow noses, black noses, noses with holes large or small, nocturnal noses, noses up to the eyebrows, morning noses, milk noses, noses napping, startled noses, quiet noses, nervous noses, peaceful noses,
enjoyed touching the spike tops,
their front noses, their space windbreaks,
his point to the glass,
the element that contains the passage of aromas,
was tremendously attractive to him,
his brain was sizzling just by thinking of the noses that he has the people,
coming to cum if  had the possibility to touch them.
Noses of parrot, noses of cockatoo, cacatua noses, aquiline noses, monkey noses, oval noses, noses in triangular shape, square noses, trapezoidal or polyhedrial, segmental, abscissas , orderly or tangential, symmetrical or parallel noses, noses drunk with air, noses and more noses,
he was crazy by the nose, the big noses wrikless, the big noses with pimples,
was an authentic pronasal, a professional nose,
until one day he fell into the mind that he himself was possessor of a fantastic nasal phallus,
outstanding in his perfect and beautiful voyeur face,
and I stop touching the noses to others,
to give way to the masturbation of his favorite decorative element.
In some place  of the blog,there is a poster in where you can read...
Hello, are you ready to fuck,Baby?
All right, here we go,
1-All original.If you use references,say it ,not all the people are fool...
2-We are not clones, got an imagination, we are not fucking teachers of grammatic...
3-We enjoy creating, never ever do the copy.(maybe sometimes, we use models, but only sometimes, you know,  girlfriends, boyfriends, or the idiots of the neighbours, when they want to steal our work)...
4-Of course, we want to sell, to someone our masterpieces, only our masterpieces, you must forget the genius of your small village, and of the first jiggy...
5-We hate all, but we love the pretty bodies, nevermind the size of their noses, don´t like the old women and less the old men, only love our Grandmother...
6-The most important, enjoy ourselves to get your happiness and of the others, for never ever to be jealous people.(although sometimes, we would like to kill the neighbour, that fucking bastard, with the most beautiful woman in the world and three idiots sons.)...
7-Sometimes we get grass, for to his bastards sons, don´ t worry, dad is paying, if not they can learn to cultivate the dragon while they are grown...
8-Be careful, if you are not clever, you can share with the others your damages brain, make you sure that the others are adults...
9-Women only to get sex, or to use their mouths like infinity hole, someones of they got no the brain...
10-You must be careful too,with the idiots that to ruins a good  photography with their stupid face...
SOME"FRIENDS",ONLY WANT STEAL OUR WORK,DON´T FORGET THAT...
In my last try,they fuck me  of their "free" world,
they want to know,who am I?
When they ask me ,who am I?
Nobody has to know who I´m,this one is a blog,this place is not the school,either your fucking mum talking with the teacher,or your boss when said, you are failure, get away from my eyes, and put your ass on the desk, fucking idiot, I want your work free,right now...
This, not the place where you ask your fucking seller of grass, do you have something?Either the fucking pub, where you said, Jonnhy, I need a drink, the idiot of my boss redundancy me by dismissal, while Jonnhy takes his time, for to load the gun and to remember you, that you just a alive customer, by now,and he remember you the last bill without pay,and who is the good man that is fucking with the whore of your woman,while he is thinking(Wich went the name of this poor man?)...
This blog is original and genuine, maybe this to be a shit, but is my fucking shit, we know about the oldest men and the vixens, and it´s sure to be that we let´s know more than they, about the hell and the heaven too, even more than the fucking white noise, everybody knows that the grass is not the problem, they are the problem, if I have to die, I´ll go after  them, never before, I´m not alone ,
I'm not a smoker, this not a fucking notice, this the fucking reality...
About the religion, use your mind,
About the knowledge, use your mind,
About the music, be careful with the teacher, you can do it for yourself, some teachers only want to improve using  your mind,
About the vixens, ask Molok,
About the  doubt, ask Triñu do Chan,
About the dream, I´m in process
ok, if you understand this, you are a fucking genius...
.                                    THEY ARE HERE,TOO,MY APOLOGIZES,YOU CAN READ WHITE MAGIC A LITTLE MORE DOWN,THANKS...
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IF YOU ARE NOT A FREE MIND, YOU COULD   BE ONLY,   ONE OF THE SONS  OF EARTH,
I know something about your anxiety,
for to stay in calm,
not all the ways of fertility have the form of my sperm,
you got to let your teeth under the pillow, cat woman
I GOT A COCK TO YOU!
is love in my cock,
the thought of your mum,
like the beat of silence,
sweety ant of fat ass, when I finished with you,
you ´´  ll  believe that God has been merciful...
I got the cross, the dust and the fucking UFO,
Only I need a pupil to kill,
she got lizard face and got a short skirt
of course, got them  the wishes ,
they are thinking about all their knowledge,
not enough,we are all right,
today, this the only moment,
that I have  to you
BE CAREFUL,THIS IS GOOD SHIT...
Mummy, I want to be an intellectual.
--Suck my pussy honey, we after will see,
--ok, by where must I begin,
--Ok, I will let the hole, for when My cock will be hard...
A li taba un tipo botando baba pola boca,
--Non,é que paso moito tempo con canjrexos...
Like you can see, I´m a fucking genius, white genius, don´t like the negative sensations, by this, in this fucking blog, never ever I will talk about the money, that is their business...
Once, like anyone in this world, I gave value the work, like not, they stole me.
Once, I gave value to the contemplation, they got faired and show me the door, since that day,  always I give valour to the movement...
Like you have seen, some people in your village or city, or the enforcer of your clan, they are strange people, nevermind, you will not do anything, while you are enjoying of this fucking blog, maybe read something interesting, while you are alive...
OK, I´M JOKING, YOU NEED to KNOW THIS,
Sometimes you mustn´t be listening to the tongues that is talking in your small brain...
I would like that your mum hates me, and that you to be a tasty and rich pussy, obscenely sorry,
All right, either,  I wouldn't mind me that  you be part  a fucking family of liberals, always that the fairies being passive, and if your mum is a vixen, occasionally, we can let her look us like we are doing jiggy-jiggy in the beach, in the kitchen, in daddy´s room or in your swimming pool Magnifique ...
OK baby, I let you my phone number...
The air is the condition of my head,
like a piece of  breath,
sometimes, I think  is your pussy,
when the cold air hug herself,
and it touches your nugget,
after eating a blue pill,
and all your holes say,
you are better than my brother,
better than my girlfriend, and
but you never will be so good like my fingers,...
Fresh out of the shower, picked up his whip and appeared in the room where they were waiting, what was left of a crowd, men and women alike, his ass, was been  rubbed with glycerin soap and clarified with the best water from the plumbing  that had in  his mansion, fluid from the sources of the Nile, his cock, that sure  it existed, because he wears it was in balls since it did not have a loincloth, it had been caressed by the hand of the god with a  gel of fat seal morbid, leaving this site bright and ready for the retinue, so with the eyelet and the phallus totally sanitized, he appeared before the group,
- SLAVES !!, YOU CAN COME HERE, TO SUCK MY  COCK AND  SUCK ME THE
The group of females, launched against the group of males, with their claws sharpened, because some of them had learned to eat cocks and lick ass eyes better than some of them, producing a feeding frenzy in the living room, to hit with his only garment the empty of the room, producing a sound more slowly than the light,
OH,OH,THE TV OF MY CP, HAVE DEEP WHITE,THEY ARE BACK,
PUCK HAVE COME FROM THE LOVE PADLOCK, WITH HIS LOVER THE TRANNY MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN YOU CAN FOUND, IN THE CORNER, SURPRISE!!, HE GOT EGGS IN THE FREEZER, NEXT TO THE GROUP OF FUNNY GAMES, WITH PRAWNS AND RODOLFOS. BUT THEY WOULD LIKE THE WHORE OF THE CRUISED, SHE IS DOING SCALE, WHERE SHE CAN ENJOY, SUCKING OTHER MUSTACHES OF WILLY,
I´M SURE THAT YES, SOMETIMES, IS STAMPED ON THE S.A. T-SHIRTS,
I GOT TO TURN TO TELL SOMETHING,
IF YOU ONLY SEE TROUBLES, I LET YOU INFORMATION OF THE DIFERENTS FORMS TO GET THE SKY FOR FREE:
1--TAKE A CARD, ENROLL IT, AND PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH, UNTIL DESROLLING.
2--GO TO SICILIA.TO MEETING OF SOMEONE THAT NO EXIST AND FUCK WITH HIM.
IF YOU DON´T LIKE THE SICILIANS, KNOW THE MAN OF CALABRIA.
3--YOU MUST KNOW SIBERIA WITHOUT TANGA, IN WINTER.
5--YOU MUST TRY FOUND A EYES PENCIL, IN THE ASS.
6--TRY TO FOUND THE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN, A  NORTH-KOREAN AND A SOUTH-KOREAN.
7--AFTER STEAL OTHERS,TRY to STEAL YOU INSIDE IF YOU FOUND SOMETHING GOOD, I WOULD HAVE TIME TO LOVE YOU.
8--IF NOTHING THAT IS ALL RIGHT TO YOU, TAKE A GUN, AND USE MY IMAGINATION
E ali anda un Apollineo polas ondas ercianas,pejalle a risa contando as historias que  tivo que aprenderen conversando,lendo ou ajuantado a sua abuela,a do cosido e o cocho  sanguinario,nai do Arcebispo de Xelmirez,mentres o bobito acada entendemento e atura as   ostias do seu pai,pois o camiño do galego xa ven de lexos,tan lexos coma lonxe, que tiven que poñerme  a escoitar outra canle,dandolle a un botonsiño,que non é de sabrosa pepita,por non aturar  as historias de cotilla do memo da radio,de que carallo tas a rir?riste de min fillo de  puta?,xa mo fixeran outra ves con outro comentarista,aljuns destes alienixenas sen serebro  propio ,son caralludos,mais sabedes que,levan sangue ijual que nos,e aljunhas sorriñas do  banco venesiano,o que tedes que faser,xa que se permiten o luxo de falar conmijo na miña  cabesa,sen participaren ca sua aseada e sabrosa pepita da cona na miña linjua,é  consentrarvos no rabo do Asmodeo que colleitachedes,pois eu tou fora do voso alcanse,polo  de ajora...
And there is one Apollineo by the hertzian waves,give himself the laught, telling the tales that he had to learn while having a conversation, reading, or respecting his grandmother,tales about huggies and bloody jerk,mother of the San Patricio,while the fool man is getting for nothing the knoweledge necesary, while his dad put the fist in his face with all the reason in the world, because the way of the galician language is coming from away,so far like away,that I had to put my ear in another channel,pushing the buttom,whitout my beguiner tongue,to not listening to the fucking gossip man,what the fuck up?,are you laughing at me?fucking bastard, they did it me again, in another channel,with another speaker of the reality, some people with alien appearance, without own brain, but you know what?they got blood like us, and some foxies of the Venetian bank, I gonna say you the things that you got to do, since you usually talk inside in my head, and babe, that is deluxe, without participation of my tongue in your neat and amazing gold seed,you got to concentrate,babe, in the Asmodeo´s cock that you  get did of the vintage of your past life, because myself,
I´m far away from you...
I go to say something about my grandfather, he was clever and one fucking bastard, today I found him putting a kiwi in his ass, because my grandmother, crazy too, said to him, after talk with the fruit woman, that the skin of the fruits had vitamins, yea,
can guess, that I´M SAYING SOMETHING THAT THEY DON´T WANT STOLE,
that's it, my grandmother was lesbian, and my grandfather a fairy, but they together get a good marriage..
They were living yet, in the colony,their sons were working for their ignorance, because they don´t know that no one, was the very big name in the world,they never did get fall to the earth,only are using chemist to keep, alive their soul ,while the idiots of my parents get to continue with their game.Yea, the idiot of my father, always is saying words, thinking that know their significant,normally I can not understand,what he is saying, my grandfather, says, that it is because always I´m walking by the moon because I´m smoker, and a dromedary of mandarines, but my grandfather is putting kiwis by his ass, I don't believe in him.The free time, I´m busy killing cockroaches with the human form, or if not, I can kill a few John Dee of the life,
I´m busy, although I 've had yet some kiwis that to put in some fucking idiots that are thinking in the pay, for their stupid work, when get to be oldest men in the world.Yes, I got an apple inside of my neck, and an axe with the best blade, in this fucking town, and some fucking idiot trying to sell me empty bags in my dreams.You are dead, fucking fairy, while the fucking nazi clone, still trying get something of me.I gonna say you something,
I LOVE MY BRAIN, I LOVE MY DREAM AND I LOVE MY SOUL,
but to love me so implies, hate, hate to people like you, the back star line, because that you get no differentiate of them.I know about you, you are dead, let my dream go, you have stolen too much, close your mouth and  breath by your nose, insect, you are dead fucking clon nazi, and you, fucking fairy, don´t try again to get my money, I can put my cock  in your ass before assassin you, to let my wishes in your dream rest, to let  that my junkies put the spike in your arm, cause I know, that you love me.I do n´t like me the fucking fairies like you(My apologies, to other fairies, this is personal)that only
enjoy the dream after to sell the empty ...
the other day, I went to buy(I know) an angle grinder(you know), while letting on the internet with a gore film,
ok, I don´t know, what fucking stupidity are you thinking, nevermind, the thing is easy, I love the cocktail of brain...
I forgot to say something, I like the granite...
YOUR MIND IS  FUCKING WITH THE READING,
YOU MUST PUT YOUR FINGERS IN THE CONCUBINATOR
IF YOU DON´T WANT THAT THE SCISSORS CUT THEM...
To smell like the pussy ,just go & leave,get looking at ass,like a meet of  fairies and lesbians sharing a talk about democracy,ask the mechanic that was working in the boat that brought the last send of the  sacks that have been consum in your last party by the motherfuckers of your friends,while the foxies don´t need a light house,because prefer 4 blonde children and a nigger with big cock,becouse his husbend say, that ,he never ever will come back put their stick in her pussy, until their daugther(of him) to come of age,and the fucking T.v stop to work in a channel of aliens, clever all of them, and with the same opinion each one,( in a way that best suits  each one of them)after of voting a big cock, with the cigar cutter in the pocket and a big smile ...
Hi, motherfuckers, I ´m having some  troubles, with them,OK, who are they?this is only another question,the answer is easy,your fucking parents, and some deal druggers, the fucking police, and the sugar with cocaine, keep your the  calm,still I got something of grass and a good pussy in my mind,I´m planning a murder too, of course, you are dead...
yeah,I´m a joker, like the fuckinG song, I m doing only a cup of tea, and I have a cake that my mum let in the freezer yesterday...
I don´t like reading,I´m writing all this shit to someone that doesn´t deserve...
I LIKE MY COCK, ONLY MY COCK, Yes if you got no brain, I would guess that you are thinking like a line full of fairies, with your ass...
Maybe you need read, a good book, with magic illustrations,to move your etheric,but this not possible,cause the motherfuckers of editor men, still is doing pee...
THIS IS MY LIFE, BROTHER,
only got time to my egoism,
yes, I´m a big man,
so big like a dick of elephant inside of an ass of ant,
yet not put the glasses on the cat, because all the people that use their mind know that the idiot man are you,
and you, old man, thanks,
but, je je je ,not the same that je je je je,
maybe you need one base more solid to my defence, always that you are doing the things with your high college permission,
In this times that they are running the channels of the knowledge, just because I, love Sofia, I got nothing   to expound to you, because you know very well
Then for this reason, I go to say something, that you can understand using your own head,
WHAT´S THE FUCK UP?
THEY HAVE GOT HIGH KNOW OF GERMAN TONGUE,
THIS SHIT HAVE NO ENOUGH VOCABULARY, YOU MUST TASTE THE SMELL,
YOUR NOSE IS FULL,
YOU MUST TAKE A NAPKIN,
NEGATIVE VIBRATIONS OF YOUR LANDLORD,MONEY IN THE BANK,
MONEY THAT IS   UNDER THE EARTH, COINS OF THE ASS,
THE PUSSY OF EDNA PUSSIA OR HER AUNT BEFORE FRESH  OF THE DICK´S BROTHER,
A BOLIVIAN PONCHO, WHITE SHEET UNDER HIS STUPID LOVER,
WHEN SHE OR HE, GET TO DREAM WHILE TOUCH HER BALLS OR HER SEED,
SCALEXTRIC, HOT WHEELS, BAD ONIONS WITH GARLIC,
THREE DEEP, ONE AFTER LUNCH,
OTHER BEFORE TO KILL THE CLONE THAT IS SAYING RUMORS LIKE RAFFA-ELA, AND ANOTHER WHEN
THE FUCKING  TIRANE OF CASTANEDA, PUTS YOUR FINGERS OF THE HAND IN YOU PLACE MORE WRINKLED OF THE FAME OF SINGULAR MAN,
SANDWICH OF SEX THAT IS SMELLING LIKE A  FISH AFTER SWIM WITH MOLOK,
LOVE IN THE AIR,
THE CRITICISES OF THE THIEFS IN THE TALES OF THE REALITY,
THE PEOPLE THAT BEFORE, YOU KNEW,
LIKE GENIUS THAT PUT THE LITTLE GUN IN YOUR HEAD OF VIXEN,
BECAUSE of THE SPIKE PASS TOO MUCH TIME WHEREVER, THE CUCA DOLL, THE DIATRIBE WHEN YOU KNOW THE INSIGNIFICANCE OF THE ASEDY MAGNATA)
IMPORTANT!!, YOU  MUSTN´T  READ THIS ,
IS ONLY A PASSAGER OF FASHION AUTUMN ,
I´M, A VERY INTELLIGENT WOMEN, BUT LESS EACH DAY,
BECAUSE MY LOVER GIVE ME THE ENCYCLOPEDIA OF THE DEEP WEB,
YEA BABY, THE TEA IS IN THE POT,
that´s only a way to say it,
I prefer to say, I´m the craziest man in the fucking world,
Although, I got no friends talking with me about like care of my sons,
the sons of the fat women, hypocrites, gossips and stupids,
I got only a weeding machine, to put in her luxuriant pussy,
and now, I go to tell you something,
but first, you go to change the nappy of your fucking black son, so I can put it in your fucking mouth, stupid vixen,
after that,I go to pick up the broomstick that leaved   Dick´s cousin,in the outhouse of the garden,to wet with oil in it ,of the dismember machine  ,and go to put your ass to sing in it,while  your  knees  sand off  the dirty floor, to clean with them the shit that did  your fucking dog, after eating your fucking  cats of crazy woman in the garden of my fucking home...
AND NOW, YOU CAN SAY ME,
ENJOY ALL THAT YOU ROBBED,VIXEN
WHILE YOU ARE ALIVE...
GIVE ME MORE LITTLE HONEY, OR NOT...
I´M A FUCKING ALCOHOLIC,
TODAY, I HAVE BOUGHT WATER!!,
NO SOURCES, NO RIVERS, NO BEER, NO WHISKY, NO WINE, NO GIN,
I´M A FUCKING CRAZY MAN,
A SHIT OF BOTTLE OF WATER,
6 L. OF CLEAR AND INSIPID WATER,
I DID PEE IN THE FICUS,
I HAVEN´T  BEEN MASTURBATED,
I WANT TO KILL SOMEONE,
I HAVEN´T BUY GRASS,
I HAVEN´T SAID, MUMY I LOVE YOU, EITHER DAD I WANT TO KILL YOU,
I´M 41,NOT STUPIDS 27,
I´M IO, NOT A PSYCHIATRIST,
I´M NOT A FUCKING YUNKIE AND SPOILED,
READING THE TALE OF MAO,
AFTER PUT A T-SHIRT OF THE RAMONES,
EITHER A FUCKING WORKER,
GO UP  THE SCAFFOLD AND TRY TO POKE FUN OF GOD,
WITH A SHOUT OF MENTAL MONKEY,
EITHER, A STUPID HEAD EATER
, THINKING THAT I´M THE STAR,
THAT CAN FUCK THE PUSSY OF THE GIRL,
BECAUSE HER MUMY GOT THE CONTROL,
I´M NOT THE FUCKING LITTLE CHILD THAT PUT HIS FINGERS IN THE RECORD OF HIS DAD,
BUYING SOMETHING TO REST IN THE REALITY,
YES, THAT CHILD I´M NOT,
THE MUSA GOT MEMORY,
I WILL HAVE A STUPID AND INFORMER FRIEND,
I´M WAITING FOR THE SUN
I LOVE THIS WORLD...
I HAVE BEEN  TALKING WITH A ULTRACATOLIC WOMAN, SHE WANTS TO KNOW LIKE WORKS A WEALTHY BRAIN AND SHE WANTS TO KNOW ABOUT THE SIN TOO...
I ANSWERED, I´M A PSICOPOMPO,
AND MIRACLE, THEY PUT ME OUT OF THE WEB,
NEVERMIND, THEY ARE LOVING MY COCK, AND THEY, KNOW IT,
IN ONE QUESTION, I ANSWERED,
I LOVE THE WORLD, I LOVE THE NUGGETS OOOH, I GUESS INTRODUCE THE ANSWER, BEFORE QUESTION, MY APOLOGIES OF HONEY.NOW SERIOUSLY, I´M A FUCKING,  STUPIDS WRITERS, I DON´T LIKE READ.EXCEPT, YEARS AGO, ALL  IDIOTS WRITERS THAT YOU NEVER UNDERSTAND.YES, THOMAS DE QUINCY, NOT BAD,
I´M A JOKER, TOO.
OH BEAUTIFUL CINEMA!!, THAT´S WONDERFUL, THE SMELL OF THE PUSSY OF THE FEMALE, AMAZING, MY FINGERS LIKE LITTLES WILLIES, TOUCHING HER, AND SHE TRYING TO MOAN, OU, OU, YES. WHILE THE IDIOT ACTOR OF THE FILM IS TALKING ABOUT ALL THE SHIT ,BY THE CONSIDERATION, OF A MEDIOCRITY GUIONIST, LIKE THE LOVE, THE CHILDREN, THE WORK, OR LIKE HER STUPID MUMY,GETTING IS BITE THE DUST, IN THE FUCKING  FLAT OF MADNESS ,WASHING HERSELF  WITH A BRUSH INSIDE , BY HER ASS,AFTER, OF THE LAST VISIT  OF THE  NURSE.
I LOVE GOD,AND HE LOVE ME...
Beautiful woman, three kids,
fresh beer, job, cousins, father, mother, maybe some grandparent alive,
of course, money in the bank,
PETS, BIG HOUSE, SWIMMING POOL, THE  TREE OF THE GARDEN, THE BOAT, PURE LIFE IN YOUR VEIN,
and you use your mind to say me, fool,
I LOVE THE WORLD THAT IS UNDER THE BICYCLE OF MY FRIEND
I´m here now,this is of documents that not stole,no fresh,of course not is part of the master piece,Breath,
THE WIZARD OF RASPUTIN.
The life of the great Russian hypnotist,
who ended up with his big phallus in a jar of Russian olives,
was as amazing as can be expected.
His phallus was like eggs in vinegar,
exposed on a shelf, and observed by the eyes of the curious .
The eyes of the curious are surprised to see its magnificent phallus in such fragrant pickle,
because its misinformation produces fungal infection,
as if it were a honey mushroom,
swarm ,totally ignorant of the events actually occurred,
trying to colonize the coarsest of the territories, ignoring the rigor of the apical bud of the root,
capable of feeding at a depth as high as its own top.
then the eyes of the women have to be satisfied with looking since it is forbidden to remove the phallus from the container of glass,
however much they wish.
And in this way exposed with his name on a shelf,
rests the jar of olives ,
containing the magnificent phallus of Rasputin,the more fox, advisor to czars, czarinas and avatars ...
PD - THE BOLSHEVIKS.
PUT MY FACE IN THE MONEY,
JUST, A  VANITY EXERCISE,WRONG OF COURSE...
The key to silence could be an accomplice smile, all right this is a shit, the fucking bed where is resting the  of the mushroom, wet and putrefaction,
The key of the castle is in the head of the master, all right this a shit, the fucking ring where rest the slave behind other steps,
The key of the fucking bastard is in the mum pussy, all right this is a shit, the fucking cock where rest the good juice,
You can see two big balls in your mouth of ignorant, all right this not too bad, the fucking world where rest the fucking words of your mind...
3%, MONEY OF BLOOD,
Sometimes you need the spike, the fucking spike that you never ever gonna understand, your memory is a shit, You need the dream, the dream that you can share with others, you are a fucking child with bad mind, you can´t understand nothing,you must go on,the dream is not a place for your blood,you only a fucking comerciant, you don´t know where is the fucking paradise,7300.000.000 are too many people, the physical process of the egoism,you never get  gonna grew if not use other dimensions of the reality,you not the owner of nothing, the earth is only the house of the water, fluid of the life, little dimensions full of energy, jealousy of children that sell lies in the fucking pussy free,wake up,I´m not your reality,you are only a fucking blind, little child of your mum, liar man because you can´t see the quantic atom,
According to ignorance, this photo is patrimony, I was going to get in touch with the family owner of the property where this photo was taken, but as this is not to benefit from myself  or  to make fools of the honourable ,if not  to produce some endorphins in the people that still have something of own brain,I will leave that some intellectuals are nurtured of their own ignorance ...
signed .-- THE AUTHOR
Never happened before, are you sure?
Like all the people know, we are in times where are existing more vixens than chickens, we know, too, that the schizophrenia always depends on the mummy   pussy that giving birth, I´m talking about the fucking knowledge, of course this could be contradictory,because in this form, depends of who use the source,but like always, I´m the fucking source,then the words  depends on the fucking idiot that is  trying manipulated or performance them. We know that sometimes could be a fucking lizard, other times a peanut, or why not a fucking idiot of a big nose, although this is sterile if you got no pussy, don´t know the fucking police, or you got no  meet to the fucking Sicilian mafia(Hello buddies),
Yes friends, if you are good people,
you are  fucked(estasis jodidos)...
LA CASA DELL AQUA
FOTOGRAFIA DE UN RIO DE AGUA...
HORAS DESPUES DE UTILIZAR ,TOMEN NOTA,
Ganas de levantar a Luis GonzAlez,los calzoncillos de 1997 que la madre del haragAn comprO sabe dios donde para cubrirle sus santos cojOnes,pantalones de los enemigos de los indios,camiseta de cualquier color sin estupideces mundanas,el interior de una garrafa contenida en un barril de brEnt,antes de que estos hijos de puta jueguen a la competencia,un coche coreano de un muerto por infarto(segUn teorIas),aire del cielo del cual solo utilizó oxigeno para respirar(impurezas contenidas),cuatro cigarrillos de tabaco liados en gOma arabIca adquirida en el estanco de una señorita de hermosos pezones,el tiempo de un loco,un paseo de cuatro horas subiendo y bajando por el lecho del santIsimo rIo,utilizando un cerebro chino para realizar la instantAnea y un pc de los baratos con los mas sencillos programas(el uno y el otro) por no aguantar gilipolleces de algunos los humanos,ademas de la galerIa del mundo de los considerados esclavos,disfrUtenla,que yo me ocupo del haragAn...
LA CASA DELL AQUA...
PHOTOGRAPH OF A WATER RIVER ...
HOURS AFTER USE,TAKE NOTE,
Desire to raise Luis Gonzalez, the underpants of 1997 that the mother of the lazy bought God knows where ,to cover his holy balls, pants of the enemies of the Indians, T-shirt of any color without worldly stupidities, the inside of a carafe contained in a barrel of Brent, before these bastards to play the competition, a Korean car of a death by heart attack (according to theories), air from the sky of which only used oxygen to breathe (contained impurities), four cigarettes of tobacco bundled in arabica gum acquired in the tobacconist of a lady with beautiful nipples, the time of a madman, a four-hour walk up and down the bed of the santisimo river, using a Chinese brain to perform the instant and a pc of the cheap ones with the more simple programs (the one and the other) for not holding up cocoons of some the humans, in addition to the gallery of the world of the considered slaves, enjoy it, that I take care of the lazy ...
SUMMARY OF THE HUMAN HISTORY...
EAST RIVER  JARIN VILLAGE CUP...
When you arrive the pub and all the people get a pause,don´t worry about that, they only want that you back to your fucking work, the most of them are manipulators or are manipulated, but you are a lucky woman, I´m talking with you, you are so special that need you next to me, sweet woman of short skirt,
I send you kisses...
I´m the owner of the pub
I  send you one invitation.
WHAT CAN I DO?
I need CLEAN the window...
NA SUA FORMA DE
Are you in Rhode Island?
This is very strange,but I can see the films and I know that in your country,all the people can have weapons and give a shot to the thieves,years ago I did not think in this way, but now, I´m tired that only the fucking police and the fucking narcs, they use the weapons in my country,some of they not good people and sometimes I would like to kill them,and you know,I hate reload my arpon each time that they robbed me, useing my brain in the room of the fucking psichiatrist, when some fucking idiot is thinking that he can stay in my head when wishing it, and the fucking state, does not allow me, to enjoy with myself,
yes, I´m prepared to have a
Now I will be myself, I will spend a quiet time, I will breathe, I will see light, maybe good people, I will walk and I will think in white, I will cross the space without hearing the concept abstract of the real, without more, I will do what I have to do, without conclusions precipitated, I will not judge anyone, I will live moments of peace, without logarithmic spirals, geometric abstractions, nothing will influence me, that will  allow me to grow towards empathy, what I will do for myself, without telling anyone, I will not hear the whispers of people still in collective development, I will only be myself,nobody who wants to disturb my steps of giant will influence me, I will walk tiny,  short steps, I will not leave traces that no can erase the tide, I will not alter anything with the movement of my feet and hands will not touch anything that does not want to receive my caresses, my sight will also be calm, and my latencies,  they will be sanded with patience, the lymph will perform its function and the blood of my body will circulate fluid, waiting to receive only the necessary oxygen, no more and no less, the food and the water that I will drink will awaken the good flavours in my palate and my body. I will assimilate them naturally, good smells will intoxicate my nose and I will perceive their aroma and my etheric double will accompany me in silence, now I will be myself ...
more words and just sighs,
it's a grey day,
oxygen from the air,
caress all of my interior,
transform the air into heat,
it's a grey day,
heat reaches my mind, destroys the day grey,
it is no longer a day grey.
I inhale, I exhale,
, there are no words left,
This ´s, black colour
dust trapped in the tears of the sky,
waves sparkling in the tears of the sea,
salt stone in the tears of your eyes,
caleidoscope angle in the tears of the light,
stupids words in the tears of your mind,
paint beat in the tears of the abstract,
lies of colour in the tears of the true,
the spike in the tears of the suede fluid,
Of course, you so little small,
that you could let the absence of the colour to become in...
THE SKY IS THE WAY OF THE SOUL
The last sound of the silence,
came alone, the breath of the beat,
the oxygenation of the extremities,
is only blood running by the wrap,
while the vultures are waiting for her bones,
stink to rotten, to the sepulture of the air,
while the scavenger is dancing over the soul of the death,
Just the kalpas of the mountain know the mystery of the ephemeral,
while the big comet  is devoured by the last silence of his trail,
shining in the sunsett
in his brightness dead,
fallen in the sources of the life,
in the eyes of deaf snakes and the spool of the skin of the sheep,
next to gravity of the stones that jumped of his shake,
like a dead cells to clean the splendour of the top ...
Eyes of the reality,
the mirror of nature,
rain in the ruts of the river,
outside of their minds,
beauty in the breath,
the buckle of the root,
taste of the original lagune,
easy power in the contemplative,
impertinent, the man of the waves,
vanity, in the judge man,
freedom in the ignorance,
the beat of the head,
you must forget the words of old man,
nature never is talking with words, she doesn´t need your permission,
the fish breath under the sea,
don´t need the knowledge of the monkey,
the happiness of the monkey don´t need the scales of the fish,
the reflex of the light is in the movement of the beat,
the old man must wait, his turn comes too late, he is only a child because his life was a lie, the peaceful of the mind need breath, in the easy time of the natural reflex,
the breath is us, you too...
A PIECE OF REALITY.
My eyelid is quantic
three more in empty
you can´t do this anymore,
the fat woman got a moustache,
the paint of beer,
got the milk fat,
the elevator go to the basement membrane,
this one is the corridor,
you order is a shame,
the bag of the cymbals was stolen,
the band got no percussion,
My eyelid is red when is sleeping in the dark,
the lagoon is a remember of Dun Laoghaire,now from Galicia,
the teacher can´t see anything in you,
you are a normal person,
normal like the way,
when you say hello,
the reality when you say goodbye,
there is the rain in the course of the river,
there is got while,
there is got present,
there is got silence,
with the eye of the reflex,
we got the breath...
the plunders go on,
the river  up and down,
the constructions of the man,
their souls get the rest,
beings in the stations,
the plunders go on,
cavity outside of my body
fighting away from the reality,
waves of heat fluid,
they want the wall,
I can get deep,
the lizard is here
the ruins of the tower keep the
That's only skin by the skin,
that's suede over the blood,
went life before the blade,
nothing cut the green in the forest,
a couple of crows stay in the cloud,
the wind moves to the inside of the blue,
the water of the river rest in the sky,
while the petrol machine give food to the death,
the woman is wrong and the man only got tears on his stick,
the axe was present,
the ambar is gold inside of the store,
when you need the first book of god after born in the east,
only wood, over the earth, in the first begin, eye photo to share the work of the colony, good rest, leaves to read without the head,
the taunt of god in hands of the human,
the crows stay alive in the back of god,
their spike let the spade in the fluid eternal of the war,
lies in the reality,
in the conscience of children,
and you learn that the silence is a lie,
the drops of the eter are uncountable,
the fluid got no colour in your mind,
it got no smell, only got your definition,
a little mind in the stars universe, dressed like the gold seed of small virgin,..
let go the breath,
their words are not your mind,
let go the breath,
their lies are not your reality,
let go your breath,
their killers are not your love,
let go your breath,
their kingdom is not your eternity,
let go your breath...
Sometimes, I do this exercise to show the different rough track about the narrator, I never defender only a position, I love the sex, in my tales I can see the reaction of the people, you know, my education never ever get transformed,sometimes I use the ignorance like form of knowledge,then they  stones in my head with their stupidities,
these are only words, but like *Lourdes say, you must not suck a cock if you don´t enjoy, she is a clever woman, no doubt,
whit this, I want to say about the magician tale of the reality, that sometimes, to guess, which is going on, you can´t read the history of other people,you can´t hear the words of the teacher,and, of course, you never ever can have a conversation, forget this, you, not a wizard,you are fucking student.
take the fucking book and learn all that you can understand,without asking why?
you are losing your time,
you are losing the money of your parents,
you are losing the money for your job,
they are professional thieves
because they stole the solution,
I got  the solution,
and by that, they want to kill me,
Don´t worry about that,
I´m a fucking insane,
the kind of person that use people like you to laugh,
yes, I m a fucking genius...
*Lourdes--protagonist of ELIXIR--worker woman add of PICO MENTIREIRO.
O ser que aturaba as barbas dos vellos pensando que eran conas da sabiduria,inda non apareseu neste conto,os comentarios das mulleres,clitorix pensantes na sua xuventude,utiles das pirolas no seus envases,e o abaco,geomansia na feixoada do Pitagoras e mais as Lerdas,das verbas que estan pra o que estan,!Viva o encaixe de Camariñas que cheje o monte Pindo!...
As pesas da experiensia,xa encaixan,e os mobles quedos na importansia da cremiña dos peludos,movese o seu justo,que ese e o peso da sua jravidade,o seu sitio no mundo resulta que non é del,senon saberia compartilo cos deuses do mais eiqui,un pitamonas de barriguiña serveseira,fasendolle caso a oljura terrenal...
E mediodia na vila,mais Lourdes,a cigarrera,inda ta no mercasepodes,buscando os pistachos dos Iranies,pra complementar a sua caixa dos seres secos,pois ten cacahuetes e botijos de sobra,e non lle faltan lajartixas...
Lourdes era unha cona moi espabilada,que por disires daljuha maneira,as veses ronda este conto do carallo,tratando de jañar o latido,desta vila apodresida,ademais de tar interesada no fillo do oculista,entre outros,ten brasis de cabaciña,e sempre leva un vestido do mesmo cor(laranxa)cuns dibuxiños de coribantes cun ollo na cabesa polo volante do mesmo,polo motivo da estetica curcubita,inda que ten unha brajiña diferente pra cada dia da semana,co cheirume do amor,se e inverno,leva uns pantis amarillos cheos de boliñas verdes,e uns calsetines de raias,brancas e berenxena que lle dan pola rodilla,por riba dos pantis,e calza chancleta malabar,a non ser que vaia a traballar pra O PICO MENTIREIRO,ahí e cando cambia a chancletada por unhas botas que lle cubren os pantis,pois saca os calsetins,xa que o que pasa no PICO MENTIREIRO*,queda no PICO MENTIREIRO(a non ser que ande por ali o Vim al-troquelar)...
*POSTER DO PICO MENTIREIRO,CUNHA POESIA FEITA POLO FILLO DO ANGUILEÑO(4 ANITOS)
As cabaciñas tan cheas de nada,tan valeiras,!JÚSTANME!,levan todo o que ta por
teñen un rabo na cabesa de cor verde,e con el ajárranse a mata nai,ata que lle dan un corte pra poñer na carreta.Tamén hai cabazas e super cabazas,que son coma as cabaciñas pero mais jrandes,a maior parte delas son alaranxadas.
Pódense utilisar de moitas maneiras.As vellas fan con elas,pudin,sopa,pasteis,que eu saiba,
inda que sei sen saber,
que se poden faser mais delisias,tanto culinarias coma linjuisticas e vaxinales
,cas cabaciñas do huerto,mais nada.
As cabaciñas en outono dan moito medo,eu teño visto cabaciñas terroríficas,cheas de lus na escuridade,coma se aljen houbese pasado o tempo
acoitelándoas pra que tivesen unha naris,unha boca e dentes picudos no seu corpo,
acoitelándoas pra que tivesen cara.
As cabaciñas non teñen brasís porque prefiren cas collan,e non nesesitan nin pernas nin pes porque se quixeran moverse faríano rodando ou xirando sobre si mesmas.
As cabasiñas quedan moi ven coma decorasión na chejada do Samahin...
I want to say something,this narrator is peculiar,I´m going to be clear,Myself love to walk with my dick by the air, and with my beautiful ass in the space, without clothes, like a troglo man, with  this, I don´t want to say anything one, because this narrator is crazy, like a schizophrenic without medication...
this the introduction of the  master work TRIÑU DO CHAN...
The man of the three cocks have the limited scope of the human mind, he usually to be like a chamomile flower, but his underwear, got fillers with six eggs, he is n´t a man ordinary.He lives away from the forest, in the fucking city centre, in front a nightclub full of people with eyebrows very close together, and fags, called HIT-ME.His tongue is like a blade, dry and precise, in fact, no one of the vixens that know him, wants talk with him, to prevent, the reasoning of the man of the three cocks.The fags use the same tactic, too, and the cock suckers of gossip businessmen say that was crazy man, when in the past autumn, gave fire in the gadget where they doing the chestnuts, because seemed him that the chestnuts were rude, after the  fight with a man of one leg, that was semi walking  there, in those moments...
His mental health was enviable, but we know the good sense of this time, like is it the fuction works,cheaper psicology of the university books,and the stupid readers of Freud and Jung,the fucking idiots psiquiatrists of fashion,like the liars of the  Eranos foundation,those jerks nudist of obtuse head,and without clothes ,painting little roses in their skins of clones of third division planetary,trying get the knoweledge that don´t go gave them, the cheeky comments of the rich little woman, candidates, to woman, that is working to the groups stronger of compendium, doing blowjobs by their own interest, with a pearl in their tongues...
The man of the three cocks, most of the time, with wet his underwear, he knew that´s the question, with those sons of a bitch, of stink pussies, and the fucking stupids commentaries of the knife play, his real name was TRIÑU DO CHAN.He had cross eyes and was smoker,he had the peculiarity that was not very clever,he belive all the lies that the people say,his brain was of fool man,arrived of near poblation,the day of the ridiculous vintage,and there stay,with his bad face,in the village more rotten  of east the river Jarin,was vegan man,and wear put in his neck the ignorance charm,in a bronze coating,because he thought that had more value than the plastic,was a legacy of his grandmother ,when she came back of the mental asylum, to end up to kill her, after fuck with she, and dismembered to put inside of one "SALUT" wine box, and to bury her  near  his mother, under of the outhouse, next to grill where usually roast the earth peppers...
.O home das tres pirolas,ten un traballo escaso pra o seu valer,adoita comportase coma unha flor de mansanilla,mais os seus calsóns tan recheos con seis juevos,non é un home de diario.Vive alonxado do monte,no mesmo sentro da vila,xusto enfronte dun jarito de sejijuntos e conas bravas,chamado PéTAME.A sua lingua é afilada,cortante e presisa,o que pasa que ninjunha das sorras que o coñese lle fala,pra impedir os rasonamientos do home das tres pirolas.Os maricones sejijuntos tamen utilisan o mesmo proseder,e os comepirolas dos empresarios cotillas dixeron que taba tolo,cando o outono pasado prendeulle lume o artiluxio onde preparaban as castanas,pois paresíalle que taban crúas,a máis de pejarlle unhas hostias a un coxo que pasaba por alí,naquel momento.
A súa saúde mental era envidiable,mais xa sabemos a cordura destes tempos,como funsiona,a psicoloxía barata dos libros da universidade,e dos porcos lectores de Freud e Jung,as estupideses das psiquiatras da moda,así coma os mentirosos do sírculo Eranos,eses porcos nudistas de cabesa obtusa,e roupa escasa,pintando rosiñas nas suas peles de clones da 3a división planetaria,tratando de obter o coñesemento que non lles foi asignado,os comentarios das niñatas ricas,aspirantes a muller que traballan pra os jrupos máis fortes do compendio,fasedo mamadas polo seu propio interese,cunha boliña na linjua.
O home das tres pirolas,case sempre levaba os calsóns molladísimos de suor,xa sabía o que había,con eses fillos de puta das conas apodresidas,e os comentaristas das xojadas dos puñais,o seu nome verídico era Triñu do Chan,era birollo e fumaba canutos,tiña a peculiaridade de que non era moi listo,cría todo o que lle disían,a sua mente era de papanatas,chejara dunha poboasión sercana o día da colleita dos tontos,e alí quedara ca súa cara de mala hoxtia,na vila máis apodresida do leste do río Jarín,era vexetariano,e levaba coljado do cuello o amuleto da ignoransia bañado en bronse,pois a él paresíalle de máis calidade co plástico,fora un lejado da súa abuela chejada do manicomio,a cal Triñu despois de fode-la,acabara descuartisando e metendo nunha caixa de viño SALúT,pra soterrala o carón da súa nai,baixo do cobertiso,xunto o forno de asar os pementos de leira...
O Triñu,tivera unha infansia soofilica,fodendo cas ovellas,e deixando que lle comeran as suas tres pirolas os anades,incluso nas festividades puñase a catro patas e deixaba que jalleta de mar(cabalo)deralle ca sua tranca polo cu.Mais isto non foi impedimento,pra o seu desenrolo humano e saudable,viña do campo,a mellor educasion que se pode consejir,o home das tres pirolas,captaba ca sua vista calqueira tipo de movemento,susedese ou non.Era amante de todo tipo de vexetais,mais a culiflor era a sua preferida,e como poidera engadirlle vinajre,iso xa era un manxar culinario.TRIÑU do CHAN era un home sinxelo,dos de sempre,humilde e de boas caracteristicas,un paleto de bo jrado,o seu pai xa fora paleto,ijual co seu abuelo daquela,dos que pensan que cos cartos poden arranxarlle a mente,ata as porcas das suas mulleres,Triñu sabia moi ben o valor dos cartos,e tiña anima de maxistrado,sempre xulgaba os demais baixo o seu coñesemento de paleto,vestia como hai que vestir,nin mais nin menos,nada de aretes nos pesones,na punta do nabo ou na llepetada, e moito menos nas fourellas ata pasar os cabos,era como hai que seren,a leite ten que tar nas tetas e nos collons,que carallo e eso de poñela en resipientes, no caso de beber pois o natural,trincar o peson ou a pirola e subsionar, tiña pelo coma unha esfinje, calviño coma unha cona rasurada,resen saidiña da coneria,que carallo e eso de ter pelo na cabesa,un exceso da modernidade...
Triñu, had a zoophilic infancy, getting sex with the sheep, and sharing his three cocks, with the mallard ducks, ever, in party days getting down all four legs put like a fox and letting that Seabiscuit(little horse), put his big cock inside his ass. But this wasn´t an impediment to his development human and healthy, had grapes of the field, the best education that you can get in this tale, The man of the three dicks, can see all the movements that happen around of him, real facts or not. He was a lover of all type of vegetables, although the cauliflower was his favourite, and if could add vinegar,bocatto di cardinale. Triñu do Chan, was a simple man, of the vintage, humble and with good skills, and rude of nice temperature, his father years ago be had been rude,too.like his grandfather farmer, people that are thinking all day, that the money can  fix until the brains of their foxies ladies, Triñu knew very good the value of the money and had soul of judge man, always judge the other men with his knoweledge  of rude man, he  dressed like dress,neither more or less, nothin hanging in his nose, tits or cock, and less in his lugs until sailing the capes of the ocean, was like you must to be,the milk must be inside the tits or the eggs, what the fuck up  put  in bottles or recipients, in the case of use to drink, you got to suck the tits or the phallus of the eggs,his hair was like a sphinx,bald like a shaved pussy, newcomer of the pussies shop, what the fuck up, to have to hair in the head,  an excess of the modernity...
Pola suas costumes ansestrais,o home das tres pirolas tiña a posibilidade de falar con entes do mais ala,a sua casa sempre taba ben aseadiña,pois unha moza ben espelida que na sua vida terrenal traballara coma sirventa pra a familia dos Lerdos, tivera a desjracia pra ela,de esbarar do quinto piso mentres taba a limpiar os canalons,ca jomita das suas brajiñas ben metidiñas pola vulba da cona,pois o fillo dos Lerdos era un manasas,e inda que dixeran que foi un esbaron, Triñu sabia moi ben o acontesido,mais Mikaela,que asi se chamaba a pantasma,quedara no barrio ca belerina na mao,aljo perdidiña,o non resibiren a extrema funsion pirolar e tiña que pasar todo o dia a limpiaren na casa de Triñu,a sua boa taba encantada,pois asi pasaba todo o dia de faladoira ca porca da sua filla...
A familia dos Lerdos,foi unha familia burjesa,enrriqueserase fasendo nejocios non moi craros no seculo anterior,o seu pai fora un jran estratega,a soldo do estado,debido a sua escasa mente,tendo a posibilidade de mandar as inutiles das suas fillas,Maria dos Lerdos e Xoaquina dos Lerdos a universidade,pra que aprenderan a rama das humanidades e das pirolas,cas suas bonitas tetas,ali encadrarian perfectamente,e deixarianlle de tocar os juevos a Honurio dos Lerdos,jran amante das cantigas de Facundo Cabral...
Mikaela pola sua banda,era unha moza moi juapa e xojetona,movia os cadros de sitio,abria e pechaba portas,mais susedia aljo sinjular co carallo do polvo,coma se quedara con janas de foder,como cho esplicaria cas miñas verbas,pois aljo escitada,nerviosa e cachonda coma a cona dunha contorsionista cando rosa ca parede da caixa onde fai o seu traballo...
By his customs ancestrals, the man of the three dicks have the posibility of speak with beings of the beyond here,his house always was deep clean,because a savvy girld that in her terrenal life had  work like housekeeper to the Lerdos´s family, had the bad lucky(to her), of slide the fifth floor while was cleaning the pipe network, with the ribbon of her  knickers inside the vulvus of the pussy, because of the  son of the Lerdos was a clumsy,and althought the people said, that went a bad step, Triñu knew very well the reason of her fallen,but Mikaela, cause this was the name of the ghost,stund by the neighborhood with the dust cloth in her hand, something lost, because have no  given her  the extreme dick function. She passes all the time cleaning the Triñu´s house, in this form her grandmother was pleasured because she had all the time to be moving her tongue with the pig woman of her daughter...
Lerdos´s family, was a burgueoise family, get to be rich doing dirty bussyness not very clears in the preceding century, the big man of the family was a good strategist,that was living with payment of the state, as result of his little brain, having the posibility of sending their useless daugthers,Maria and Xaquina to the college, to learn the way of the humanities and the cocks, with their amazing boobs, there framed perfectly, and will let of to touch the eggs of Honurio of the Lerdos, lover of  Facundo Cabral´s songs...
Mikaela by her way, was a beauty and playboy girl, move the pictures of place, open and close doors,but usually something happened, like to say it with my words, she had died some excited, nervous and horny like the pussy of a contortionist woman when rubbing against the wall of the box where she is doing her job..
O home das tres pirolas no seu fogar,era unha persoa do mais normaliño que poida haberen no interior das caixas habitables,exceptuando os seus paliques cas pantasmas e o seu libre albedrio na cuestion do sexo,como tivera burato ala ia unha das suas pirolas.Tamos a falar,de calquera cousa que ocupase un espasio astrafisicotemporal,cousas vivas ou mortas,os cadaveres que podia acadar nas suas rondas nocturnas,preferia levalos vivos ata chejar a sua casa,polo do peso morto,gallinaseas desplumadas da poleria,conas das tenreiras da carniseria,peixes ben limpiños da pescadería,mascotas abandonadas do vesindario, coxines do divan da sua fortalesa,melons, os cales fasialle tres hocos e daballe renda solta os seus fluidos,collia as moscas,quitaballe as aliñas e as metia nunha bolsa,despois prinjaba a punta dos seus nabos ca sucre e cubria a sua colloada ca bolsiña que tivera a mao,que non lle apetesia cansarse,pois nada,salchichas,chouricos berenxenas,pepinos,calabasines dos larjos,toda a menestra polo cu,vamos o costumbrismo elevado a sua maxima potensia,amais de posuir unha magnifica colecsion historica de consoladores do seculo XIX,tamen pa o pandeiro que ian...
Mikaela pola sua banda xa vira de todo tanto de vivos como de mortos,lembremos que fora serventa da familia dos Lerdos,non se sorprendia fasilmente,a mais debido o estado pertinente no seu cambio dimensional sempre estaba cachonda coma unha conexa en selo,suores ectoplasmicos,inflamasions,tembleques,e pensamentos picantons percorrianlle todo o seu ser de pantasma...
A sua boa e a porca da sua filla,dia e noite a falar,mais non de falo,falar do que falan os seres maleficos,falar das bocas cheas de alento de allo ,falar de coito de mantis relixiosa,pois non todas as pantasmas meresen a alejria...
IV,more or less (O_o)
The man of the three dicks, when he able to his sweet home, was a person very normal ,like  you can found inside of the habitable boxes, except his conversations with the ghosts and his free will about sex, if he gets a hole, there is putting one of their cocks. We are talking about,anything that it to take up the space astrophisicaltime, things lives or deads, the bodies that he can find in his nigths walking, he prefers to carry them alive  until getting home, by the weight, of the death ,chickens that plucked from the chicken´s shop,pussies of beef of the buther´s man,fishes very good clean of the fisher´s woman,animal carcasses of the neighbourhood,cushions of the divan of his fortress,sweet melons,to themselves he usually does three holes and give freedom to his fluids,take the flies,wings out ,and put they inside a bag,after put sugar in each one of his three cocks and cover with the bag,if he not want to be tired, all right then,sausages, spicy chorizo, eggplants, cucumbers, long zucchinis, all the pig and all the vegetable by his ass, come on,the costumbrism elevate until it maximum power,also of have a magnifique historic collection of vibrators of XIX century,to the bottom that go too...
Mikaela by her part, she had seen of all the things possible, of the people dead or alive,we have to remember that she was housekeeper of the Lerdos´s family,she doesn´t get surprised easy,what´s more, when the change of dimension, she was horny like a heat rabbit, ectoplasm sweats, inflammations,shakes, and spicy thoughts,they was travelling all her being of phantom...
He grandmother and the pig woman of her daughter, day and night were talking, talking about the things that speak the bad beings, talk with the garlic breath, to talk of religious mantis, because not all the ghosts to deserve the happiness...
Dijjiamos pois,mil e unha ves,que o Triñu tiña a semana moi ocupada,pulir a sua cocorota de becerrillo,atopar os mais frescos productos das camaras frijorificas,aturar os estupidos habitantes da vila,ir aljunha exposision fotojrafica dos memos da cultura e os seus pasteis,dos que toman por tolos a xente coma Triñu,os que non diferencian a virxe das maravillas dos deuses que fasian arrasos sen piedade nos mosteiros dos Bennedictinos,ca acuarela do eido pintada con pelo de cona vella,os que non diferensian unha boa critica constructiva,do cotilleo vulgar e corrente dos clons...
Mikaela vota lume pola cona,e dalle sejido ca balerina,polas alcallatas,polas mesas e polos sentacus,xarrons de porse a nosa,e as estanterias cheas dos consoladores do seculo XIX,ata chejou a os consoladores do existencialismo,polos mobles rococo dos estantes da brasa,mais nada diso ponlle chicha no chocho,incluso prova collendo o atisador da chimenea e metendo polo potorro,mais e tudo unha ilusion,non lle calma,toma a desision de faser un percorrido levitando e orfeando polo longo corredor que leva ata o balcon do suseso,pra ter unha lembransa erotica e calmar o seu calenton,mais a pobriña atopa o balcon na dimension da realidade...
A parte do pelexo da boa que se pantasmisara fora o peson dereito da sua teta,marcada cos dentons do Triñu,e a sua lingua.Mentres que na sua filla pantasmisarase o seu ojete.Polo que a situasion era a sejinte;Unha linjua movendose o redor dun peson de pelexo,soltando as verbas do mais ala no buratiño do cu da porca da sua filla que non lle quedaba outra que resibir de bo jrado a exposision literaria...
Translated,by the master Luis Gonzalez and google,fuck off,you  know,more or less,against the grammatic...
I´m sure that the text need a new revision,you can use your time to learn Galicean,because I´m learning English...
Anonnimous Tales then, we say a thousend and one time, that Triñu had the week very busy,have to pulish his dome of young beef,found the more fresh stock in the freezer,endure the stupid people of the village,go someplace,like a exposition of photography about the idiots of the culture and their cakes,of those who take by crazy ,to people like Triñu,people that not difference the wonderfull virgen of Curros,of the Gods that did plunder without pietat in the bennedictines´s abadies,with the watercolour of eido* pinted with old pussy hair,who don´t diferenced a good constructive critical,of the gossip ordinary and vulgar of the clones...
Mikaela is  hot by the pussy, and giving fast with the dust cloth, by the hooks, by the tables and the chairs for the ass, ceramic hindu vases,and the full shelves with the vibrators of the XIX century, even she get to clean   some of existencialism vibrators, by  roccoco furniture in the more heat shelve,but nothing of that  is  putting  meat in her pussy,even check pick the poket of the chimney to introduce it by her deep hole,but all is an ilusion, can not get satistfaction ,she decides to take a walk leviting while the dieds chorus sing  by the long corridor, that is in the way of the vantage point of the incident, to get an erotic remember and calm their fire,but the poor creature found the balcon in the reality dimension...
The wrinkle of the grandmother that did get to be a ghost, did was the right nipple of her tit, marked with the teeth of Triñu, add her tongue. While in her daughter, the piece that did get to be a ghost was her eye of ass. In this form, this is the situation; A old tongue moving around of wrinkled nipple, giving the beyond of words in the little hole of the ass of her pig woman daughter, that she has no other choices that endure with a good attitude the exposition literary...
Como xa sabemos,o Triñu era un jran dejustador de prantas,o compost e a nitrofosca non tiñan sejredos pra el,era tan tonto que cria que era listo o puto clon,jran enmatesador e fumador de machos,tonto coma era non diferensiaba o prexil da fumaria,e musicalmente era mais do Mike Jager que da Kiro,inda que non entendia moi ben o ke falaba a Kiro.O primeiro que fasia o espertar,eso se tivera tempo pra durmir,pois era o natural do campo, manufacturar un bo canutiño,pra ver as cousas como realmente son,respiraba pola boca o teren vexetasions dende o maxilar superior ata a sona morta reptiliana,percorrialle todo o seu pincho nasal,sempre colocadiño e presumindo da sua esperiensia ante os rapasiños de catro anos,quitandolle as piruletas e as jorriñas con simbolos anarquistas.Sempre camiñaba cun pantalonsiño corto que lle chejaba ata os seus nocelos,non tiña pelo na cara,pois era cantinfleiro,so leva ,e de ves en cando uns pelillos no beizo superior,tamen era asiduo as prantas dos deuses,coma a cocaina ou a sangue de amapola,o que mais lle justaba pra deixar de falar cos mortos era a ayahuasca e o pexote,sentiase asi tranquilo,sen as suas nesesidades vitais de introdusir as suas pirolas en buratiños,meter a menestra polo cu,degollar sidadans,andar a hostias cas lajartijas ou ter que pasar desapersivido,fasendo comentarios coma se estivera cordo,totalmente descordinado,taba craro,os tolos eran os demais...
As we know, Triñu was a good taster of plants, the nitrogen, phosphorous and potassium, like the compost got no secrets to him,he was so fooled that always was thinking that he was clever man, the fucking clone, big planter and smoker of male plants, so silly that he was can´t see the differences between the parsley and the fumitory, and he prefers to Ana kiro,O--o,  than Mick Jagger, because he can´t understand the  things that are saying Mick Jagger*. The first thing ,that he toward  when he woke up  , if he there was time to sleep, natural thing, roll it a good grass,for to see the things like really are,he breaths by his mouth because he had adenoid glands from the superior maxillar until the dead reptilian zone,that go along of all his nasal hook, always high and to flaunt of his experience in front of the 4 years children, robbing the kids  lollipops and their caps with anarchist symbols. He always walks with a short trouser that gets his ankle of frog, got no hair in his face, because he was like a Cantinflas man, only has, occasionally a little hair over the superior lip, segregated moustache.Of course,also was assiduous to the gods´s plants,like the cocaine or the  blood of Amapola,the plants that more like him for to let rest the deads, was the ayahuasca and the peyote, in this way he feels like the calm of the dick ,when not is beating in the pussy or in he ass of their lovers.Hammering himself all the vegetables by his ass,  cutting the neck of the citizens, fight with his fists with the lizards, or have to pass like nobody, doing conversations, like he was in his sound judgement, totally uncoordinated, the things were clear, the crazy people are the others!crazy people in the world !...
O home dos seis juevos,tamen era un jran coñesedor da geografia,sentiase atraido espesialmente pola china meridional, chegando a adoitar forma chinesca no seu percorrer pola vila,na busca de novos talentos pra o seu plan artistico.Desta maneira,e ca sua mirada estraviada no horisonte camiñaba sen seren visto,o seu pareser...
Namentres no piso,a Mikaela frotando o chan,mais aljo raro taba aconteser,sejuro, era a balerina o que non funsionaba,asi que provou a coller a pirola do Aquilino inda quente, mais o estaren  en proseso de putrefacsion na podia meter pola cona,pois coma e natural eran de dimensions diferentes,e xa se sabe...
O que si,eterico Aquilino sorprendeuse,cos calores da Mikaela,e non sabia el que tal cousa fose pusible,pois nunca fora unha pantasma anteriormente.Tiña moito que aprenderen se aljunha ves quereria calmar os fluxos e os refluxos da sua nova dimension,a mais non sabia de quen carallo era aquela linjua que non paraba de falarlle a un cu, o redor dun peson de pelexo,tereria que esperaren a que Triñu voltara do barrio chino e lle explicase como son as cousas da sua existensia...
E ahi o vai,o home das tres pirolas na sua forma chinesca,polo barrio,ollando disimuladamente,buscando a presa axeitada pra levar pra casa,prende unha tisica co ollo dereito,e unha jorda co esquerso,tera que chejar o punto mediado,desidir,¿jorda ou deljada?,inda que pensando mellor,pode foder as duas,desidese por abordar primeiro a tisica,desplejando o seu encanto de paleto,sancanilla na palilla,peta na farola e cae o chan,fasendo so un rumor de son.A jorda pola outra banda,non so tiña exseso de lipidacion,tiña ademais un jran oido,a sorra cotilla,acude rauda o seu alivio,a jorda campeona mundial de rama fixa,non consije fixa-la mirada do home das tres pirolas,mentres ajachase pra botarlle unha aleta de foca a muller do marino das espinacas.
The man of the six eggs also is a student of the geography, he feels attract in the speciality by the meridional China. Became in Chinese form in his walk by the village, he looking for new talents to his artistic purpose. In this way, and with his cross eye look on the horizon, he was walking without being seen, in his opinion...
while on the fifth floor of the ether, Mikaela giving seed on the ground, something strange was happening, that´s sure,the dust cloth doesn´t work,she prove taking the  Aquilino´s dick heat still,but the dick was in putrefacted process and she can´t put it inside her pussy, because naturally, they are of different dimensions, and you know ...
Etheric Aquilino was surprised, with the warm of Mikaela, because he doesn´t know that things like that, could be possible already he never was a ghost before. He got a lot to learn if want to calm the ebb and flow of his new dimension,  know of who was that tongue that not stop of talk around by the wrinkle of the nipple in the ass of the pig-woman of her daughter or why his cock was in hands of Mikaela?
He would have to wait that Triñu comes back of the red-light district, for to say him like are the things of his existence...
And there he goes, the man of the three dicks in Chinese form, by the district, taking a look concealing, looking for the suitability prey to bring  at home, he gets a slut with  right eye,and a fat woman with the left eye, he will have to get the middle way, to decide,
thin or fat woman?,although he is thinking best, he can fuck them twice. he decided to get first the slut, displaying his charm of yokel,  tripping, the thin woman, beating in the light and  felling on the floor, doing only a rumour of song. The fat woman in the other way, not only have got excess of lipids, she got an excellent hearing, the fucking gossip woman, foxy woman, come forward fast to her relief, the fat woman champion of the world in the fixed length. She doesn´t get fix her gaze over the eyes of the man of the three dicks, while put her big ass near of the floor, to give her flipper mammal to the thin woman...
Chove na clonada,o Triñu xa sabia como tratar as vacas,dende o tempo dos taburetes no cortello,asi que con bon trato,faloulle como se lle fala as baleas,conquistouna no intre,e pra casa que foron,a jorda levando o lombo a tisica,pra curaren o vahido,mais iso xa o intuia o Triñu,antes de sairen da casa...
O chejaren o edifisio dos Lerdos,o home dos seis juevos,coma un dos cavaliers,abriulle o porton do edifisio a come nenos,ca muller palillo no seu espinazo,e como toda jorda non dixo nada o ver a caracolada dos pasos,paresialle que Fibonacci sacara unha foto da internet,costa parriba,eso si...
Chove na clonada,a jorda ca Olivia feita poncho boliviano chejou suando catro nenos nejros o quinto piso dos Lerdos,co Triñu a sua beira ben descansadiño,maxicamente abriuse o porton do piso.A jorda comedora de nenos,coljou o poncho boliviano na merda da estatua de pedra...
As linjuas do mais ala non disian verbas de interese pra os vivos,e inda por riba,o seren de vella,tampouco tiñan interese pra os mortos,polo que falaremos das linjuas do mais eiqui...
Con tanta palla de pelexo,ata as pantasmas taban ata o carallo,agas Mikaela,que tentaba colle-las verbas pra metelas pola cona.Polo tanto o Triñu teria que argallar aljo cos de Teixido,pois non se pode aturar que ata na morte as vellas linjuas desexen o que non e sabedoria popular...
Xa taba o Triñu birollando as suas opsioes,mentres a jorda soplaballe os juevos da estatua de pedra,pois era ali onde quedara coljando a cachola da Olivia,despois ca muller elefante pousase a tisica,xa que a sua pelvis quedara no hombreiro clavicular da ornamentasion,e a cabesa da palilla,cual presea,taba como non,penduleando polos juevos de tan magnifica obra de arte...
Ala marcha pra o taller culinario,ca escusa de humedeser un trapiño e asi poder reanimar a Olivia,pois a jorda entre os soplidos e a caracolada dos pasos,xa se ia desmaiar ela soiña.Escomesou a descorreren o tunelillo,ata escoitar o PATAPLUM musical da muller que come orquestras enteiras,o seu plan saira a pedir de poia...
It´s raining over the clones, the fat woman with Oliva did herself a Bolivian poncho, arrived sweating four black kids to the fifth floor of the Lerdos, with Triñu next to him, like new, without having sweat. Magically open the gate. The fat woman kid-eaters hung up on the Bolivian poncho in the shit of stone sculpture...
the tongues of beyond not saying words of interest to the lives, either over the reality of the things. Like are the tongue of some old  women, either interest to the dead beings, in this form we will talk about the tongues of the present...
Whit too much straw or wrinkles, even the ghosts was fucked until the ectoplasm by the fucking words, excepting Mikaela, that was trying to take all the words to put them inside of her pussy. In this way, Triñu would have to do something with the people of the Teixido*, because we not can endure that even in death the old tongues wish the things that they aren´t conventional wisdom...
Triñu was crossing his eyes thinking in his options, while the fat woman blowing. After that the elephant woman put in there the thin woman, on the stone sculpture eggs, because went there where is hanging the Oliva´s head,so her pelvis was in the clavicular shoulder of the ornamentation,and the head of the thin woman, had like award,  like not, the phallus  of such a magnificent work of art...
And there go to the kitchen garage, with the excuse of wet a little cloth and in this form give back  the life to Olive, because the fat woman between the blowing and the steps snail, will get herself faint alone. Begin to walk the tunnel of the corridor, until hearing the musical PLAS of the woman that eats complete orchestras, his plan came out as the taste of a pussy for his tongue, delicious...
5º PISO.O ETER.CAPITULO SESGADO.
Prosederemos pois a definir o piso da Familia dos Lerdos.Escomesarei polo final,ao primeiro taban as curtinas medio corridas,na habitasion de Honurio e Dona,onde acontesera o suseso fatal da Mikaela.Adosado  ó habitaculo do jran estratega,e traballador do estado Honurio,taba un reseptaculo sospeitoso de seren.Xusto enfronte,o habitaculo do Fillo dos Lerdos,Aquilino, pantasma a tea de verja erjida.Sejindo o tunelillo,podemos atopar,a mao dereita sejun se mire,o taller culinario cos posillos e todas esas merdas que hai nas cosiñas,dando un pasiño o tras,atopamonos co lupanar da Mikaela.Sejidamente o carto de todas as cousas innesesarias e inservibles,pero que naljun sitio teñen que tar,discos de Fasendo o pan en Carral,meninos,cans e jatos,cachivaches de ofisina,quitamerdas,a mesa de marmore da tia Poncia,etsetera.A sua ves(veren plano fisico),coinsidimos ca que fora a sajrada habitasion da Filosofa de Bustos,Maria dos Lerdos e a sua irma Xaquina,anos antes de escomesar os seus estudios de humanismo e pirolas na universidade,e aqui xa remata o tunelillo pra daren paso o western ofisial do noso benquerido piso,acompañado coma non do cuarto da alfonbra de ali vai,con duas entradas ou saidas,pra ofreseren asi,bo cobixo a todos os borrach@s,vivos ou mortos,que por ali teñan a honra de pasaren,naturalmente...
We will work now, in the definition of the residence of the Lerdos´s family.I begin by the end.First was the curtains like a half-full bottle of milk, in the Honurio and wife´s room, where it had happened  the fatal case.Next to the living space of the great strategist and worker of the state Honurio,was a room with doubt as to be.In front of was the living space of the Lerdos´s son, Aquilino, the ghost with the torch on fire. we Going on the little tunnel, and we can found, right hand, if you are looking with the right eye, the kitchen garage with the cups and all those shits that contain the fucking kitchens, near of the door, we can find  Mikaela´s brothel.Continuously, the room of all the things that you can put in the ass of your enemies or that in somewhere, they must rest ,disks of Making the bread in the Bakery*,children,cats and dogs,gadgets of the office,the roller-box  with its wheels of shit,the marble table of the aunt Poncia,etc...
Simultaneously(take a look the physical model), we happened to meet the room that had been of the  philosopher  women, Maria and sister. This couple of women,Maria of the Lerdos and her sister Xaquina, years before of begin their studies of humanism and cocks in the university. And here finish the little tunnel ,to get step,to the saloon of the original western of their dear sweet home,sharing all of this,like not, with the room of  the carpet of Ali-slim, with two enter&exit, to offer in this form, nice place for all the drunks women, deads or alives, that have the honor of taking a walk by there, that´s all...
Prolificando paxinas,tetas cheas de serebro,o pranto das conas,asi van co omblijiño polo mundo,cusqueandocuaqueramente,as ovulinas da educasion,o_o,moita psicologa,e pouca tola,comentan as pirolas o caron dos juevos,namentres,(), Mikaela,con mala ollada e sulfurosa,percorria a estansia onde taban vahidas,a jorda e a tisica,tentando meterlle a balerina na boca a Oliva,pois non era meresedora daquela expresion artistica,mais xa sabemos,ajua e aseite,so pra o mesmo resipiente,polo que o seu feedback non lle ia valer,polo de ajora,a nosa querida pantasma jaseosa...
O eterico Aquilino,notando o que lle faltaba,taba un pouco seloso da sua posision neste mundo pantasmagorico e sufuroso,non pudia palpar nada real mente,cas suas manasasas e optou coma se tivese outra alternativa,a tar ali,a linjua polo pelexo de peson da boa,non paraba de petar no cu da porca da sua filla,e a situasion sejia coma lla conto,non coma lla din al balar...
Doing of the gerund an adjetive, prolific in the page,tits full of brain,the fluid of the pussies,in this form they go with the little belly button by the world,Cuzcoquakerly* ,the ovulation of women of the education,O_O,many phychologiest women,and a little nut woman,they are talking about the cocks around the eggs,in the mean time,(),Mikaela,with bad eyes and sulphurus,she is crossing the living space-room  where they were  the remained unconscious women,the fat woman and the thin woman,Mikaela was trying put inside of the  mouth of Oliva the dust cloth,because she don´t deserving of that artistic expresion,you know,water and oil, they only in the same container, then  feedback,that will be lost in the empty forever.Our dear gaseous ghost...
The etheric Aquilino, feeling the extremity no had(ghost phallus), was a little jealousy of his position in this phantamagoric and sulfurous world,he can´t palpate anything reality, with his all thumbs,and he decided like he have another alternative, to be stand by in there, the tongue by the wrinkel of the nipple´s grandmother, the tongue is  hitting in  the pigwoman ass of her daugther,and the situation go on like I´m telling you, and not like are telling the gossip to the people...
XX KISSES ,SORRY, CHAPTER 10
Asi pois,taba o Triñu no taller culinario, collendo o maso de petar nos cornudos e as pinsas de apretar os pesonsiños das mamarias,mentres escoitaba o sumbido das pantasmas pola primeira estansia do eter,notaba a pantasmisasion da secsionada pirola do Aquilino polo tunelillo do piso dos Lerdos,escapando do ollar intensional da Mikaela a velosidade da lus,eterico Aquilino coma sempre,o ter o seu serebro lonxe del non sabia moi ben coma reacsionar...
Taba o poncho boliviano inda en movemento polas correntes marinas ca jorda hiperventilada producira no escenario da futura matansa,e a jorda trancando a porta do salon,ali tirada coma unha presiosa morsa antartica,despois de xantaren unha foca sudafricana,polo que Triñu tivo que utilisa-las portas do cuarto da alfombra de ali vai,pra chejaren onda suas invitadas...
Aproximouse primeiro a palilla,dandolle altura e peso nesesario o petacornos,zumboulle a clavija no craneo pequeno que tiña,fasendoa caer da estatua de pedra,deslisandose lixeiriña de todo,e antes de que atopase o chan a Olivia, xa lle petou un distinjido masetazo na oljura craneal a muller comedora de orquestras,deixando asi lista, a documentasion nesesaria pra sua obra,secsionaria por partes e organisaria por capitulos carnais...
Then, Triñu was in the kitchen garage,  pick up the hammer of hit the cuckolds and the nutcracker that he usually uses to amputate  the little or big nipples of the mammary glands, while he was listenig the zzzzhhh song of the ghosts by the hall of the ether,he felt phantasmagoric of the  cock transected of Aquilino by the little tunnel of the Lerdos´s residence,escapeing from the intentional look-eyes of Mikaela with the speed of the ligth, etheric Aquilino, like always, have his brain away of him,and he don´t know like must to be his behavior...
There was the Bolivian poncho in moving by the marine currents that the fat and drunk of oxygen woman produced in the scene of the future slaughter, and the fat woman hampering the saloon´s door, there was on the floor like a marvellous  antarctic walrus female, after eating a South-African seal ,then Triñu had to use the doors of the living room with the carpet of Ali-slim, to get the place where are their guests...
He Did Get first to the thin woman,giving the height&weigth necessary to the horns-hammer,beating to the skinny female in the small skull that she had, doing fall her body of the stone sculpture, sliding very light, and before to get fall on the floor the Olivia, did get to beat with the  distinguished hammer in the slack skull, of the woman that eat  full orchestras, leaving ready, the documentation necessary to his masterwork,he would dismember by parts and would organize by meat chapters...
ALL RIGHT,These bastards are doing strange things with my translating, My apologies,the original tale is written in Galician idiom, more or less, if you got some fucking trouble, I got a bullet for you,and a date for you woman,
Resulta co home dos seis juevos,tempo a jas do descuartisamento do Aquilino,mentres fasia por ver un sitio pra utilisar coma osario,peonsando pola casa atopou na habitasion de Honurio,e ao despiste do seu ollar,unha jrieta de onde sobresaia,aljo,coma unha piroliña de sifon,sen chejar a ser,polo que obrou con finura,movendo a palanquiña,o chorro non se fixo esperar,abriuse o tope,e ali,apareseu nunha estansia,secretando o contido do seu interior...
O primeiro que secretou foi un escritorio cunha pluma de paspallas,de vello contido,ca sua boina e todo,a voina que Honurio tiña pensado levar na sua cachola cando se fixera raparigo outra ves e falase dos ifrits cos seus compañeiros de xojo pola vila mais apodrecida o leste do rio Jarin,no teito taba pousado o que paresia ser un pirucopai,e xunto a este unha lampara.Escretou tamen na fronte serrada do home das tres pirolas un cadro de parede cheo de abstracto presiso,o seu entender de paleto,dunha belesa irrelevante e con serto valor ocasional,unha cadeira ofresialle as suas vistas,mais o Triñu pusulle o cu enriba,porque nel non hai vista que valja o pene.Unha ves aposentao na cadeira e ollando o mais firme pusible a estansia secretoulle un estanteria posuidora dos mais estranos atrapapolvos,estes tiñan formas variadas e tamen fixas pra o seu ollar.Secretoulle tamen, polo baixo da estanteria un crisol,o Triñu identificouno coma unha sinal do seo,aquel era o lujar axeitado pra depositar os restos mortuorios dos posuidores da rason de seren vitalmente cotillas...
As a result, the man of the six eggs, in the time gaseous of Aquilino´s dismembering,while Triñu looking for a place to use like ossuary, was spinning around the room he found in Honurio´s double-room. With  the absent-mindedness of their cross eyes,saw a crack by where is  excelling,something,like a little willy of siphon,without get to be,moved the lever with softly,moving the little dick,the stream doesn´t wait,opened it to the maximum, and there, emerge a new living room, like a jew doing business or official of the SS looking for a jew(como un judio haciendo negocios,o un oficial de las SS buscando un judio)...
The first thing that could see was a desk with a feather of handbag of old inside, with his voina*, too,the voina* that Honurio had thought put in his head when he would become to be a child again and talk about the ifrits with their partners of play in the village more rotten to the east of the river Jarin, in the ceiling was perched a hat that is like a Pirucopai,and next to the Pirucopai a lamp. To Spit out,as well,in the closed forehead, of the man of the three dicks a picture of wall full of precise abstract,with his knowledge of yokel,with   beauty irrelevant and certain occasional value,a chair show him their view,but Triñu is putting his ass on, because in him there is not landscape that it can have value to their three cocks. when getting the comfort of the chair and his ass too, and looking with their cross eyes the secret room show him shelves that had the more stranges book-catchers with dust, those ones had different and fixed forms to their watch. Gives him, as well, by under the shelves, a crucible, Triñu  Chan identified this like a signal of the sky, there was the right place to rest the bones of the beings, that are living like  gossip men &woman...
This not nothing NEW...
DIMENSIONES PARALELAS EN UN VIAJE DEL TIEMPO.
Forzar situaciones es como forzar puertas,acaba abriendo pero de mala manera,pues no es algo natural,tampoco es natural una puerta ya que fué un arbol vivo,pero bueno,el caso es entrar.Una vez dentro de la situación,estamos en un lugar,llamémosle,el sitio del ahora,naturalmente yo o usted podemos estar en ese "sitio" en este mismo momento,por lo tanto sin miedo a equivocarme,puedo decir que compartimos el mismo espacio temporal,quieran ustedes o no.Ahora bien,relativamente esto es cierto,aunque usted puede mirarlo desde otra perspectiva,digamos entonces que para mi hace un buen dia,y que usted desearía convertirme en una puerta,esta bien,saldré de esta situación,por la misma puerta por la que he entrado. Relativamente.Como queda claro,su situación y la mia,aun sucediendo en el mismo espacio temporal(ahora),transcurre en dimensiones diferentes,ademas a usted le llegara mas tarde,porque lo estoy escribiendo,momentos antes de que usted lo lea, que es justo
PARALLEL DIMENSIONS IN A TIME TRIP.
Forcing situations is like forcing doors, ends up opening but in a bad way, because is not natural, it is not natural for a door since it was a living tree, but hey, the case is enter. Once inside the situation, we are in a place, let's call it, the site of the now, of course, I or you can be in that "place" right now, so without fear of being mistaken, I can say that we share the same temporary space althoug you want or not.
Now, relatively this is true, you can look at it from another perspective, let's say then that for me it's a good day, and that you would like to transformed me in a door, it's fine, I'll get out of this situation, through the same door through which I entered.Relatively. As it is clear, his situation and mine, even happening in the same temporary space(now), it takes place in different dimensions, besides you will arrive later, because I am writing it, moments before of your reading, which is fair NOW. (?)
I gonna say something before of nothing,I don´t know Bob Dylan, by now,
but I thought that this song was appropriate for this text, never ever you must forget that use other authors are only artistic licence, be yourself,
AND ENJOY OF MYSELF...
OK, MY IDEA IS NOT ORIGINAL,
I go to make me rich man(money), and I gonna travel around the world, talking about the little value of the money because I´m a fucking rich man of soul and spirit,they became rich, with their lies nevermind,I
DON´T WANT THAT NOBODY,
GET MONEY WITH MY WORK,
if not is for a good way,
ONLY, MY WORK IS ORIGINAL,
after 23 years of Baron Munchausen,Some fucking idiots, they are doing business with my work, First I wanted to kill them, but I can imagine that you know about that, yes, there is no cemetery enough big, to dig and put shit in his stupid heads of ignorants,I prefer to be a man in the wheel of the lighter, nevermind,also, I´m a peaceful man.In this way, I say you,  my work has been sold without my permission, nevermind, I´m the fucking source, and can to be doing pee, all the fucking life, but this not my intention,only need the necessary, yes, I´m a fucking gentleman and maybe need too much.that´s my fucking trouble, I´m the fucking good people,All right, step by step, this fucking blog is the chaos, my knowledge of informatics is,all rigth minus zero, and I´m not the fucking Bob Dylan, I guess(I can let my photo, and you can decide)...
these bastards did the same with my parents, nevermind,if you got a hat, put in your head,you going to need it...
J.F.M NOEL,1755  -1841  -BOOK OF  UNIVERSAL MYTHOLOGY
I HAVEN´T READ IT,
I TEACH YOU THE SHOP OF THE STOLEN...
YOU MUST REMEMBER THAT THESE TWO BOOKS ARE ONLY TO CONSULT,
WE DON´T WANT MEET MORE IDIOTS,
MARCOTES ,PETROVNAS Y MENTIROSOS...
LA CASA  DELL AQUA...
"FOTOGRAFIA DE UN RIO DE AGUA...
AUTOR ÍO,HORAS DESPUES DE UTILIZAR ,
Ganas de levantar a Luis GonzAlez,los calzoncillos de 1997 que la madre del haragAn compró sabe dios donde para cubrirle sus santos cojOnes,pantalones de los enemigos de los indios,camiseta de cualquier color sin estupideces mundanas,el interior de una garrafa contenida en un barril de brEnt,antes de que estos hijos de puta jueguen a la competencia,un coche coreano de un muerto por infarto(segUn teorIas),aire del cielo del cual solo utilizó oxigeno para respirar(impurezas contenidas),cuatro cigarrillos de tabaco liados en gOma arabIca adquirida en el estanco de una señorita de hermosos pezones,el tiempo de un loco,un paseo de cuatro horas subiendo y bajando por el lecho del santIsimo rIo,utilizando un cerebro chino para realizar la instantAnea y un pc de los baratos con los mas sencillos programas(el uno y el otro) por no aguantar gilipolleces de los humanos,ademas de la galerIa del mundo de los considerados esclavos,disfrUtenla,que yo me ocupo del haragAn...
"PHOTOGRAPH OF A WATER RIVER ...
AUTHOR, HOURS AFTER USE,
Desire to raise Luis Gonzalez, the underpants of 1997 that the mother of the lazy bought God knows where to cover his holy balls, pants of the enemies of the Indians, T-shirt of any color without worldly stupidities, the inside of a carafe contained in a barrel of Brent, before these bastards play the competition, a Korean car of a death by heart attack (according to theories), air from the sky of which only used oxygen to breathe (contained impurities), four cigarettes of tobacco bundled in arabica gum acquired in the tobacconist of a lady with beautiful nipples, the time of a madman, a four-hour walk up and down the bed of the santisimo river, using a Chinese brain to perform the instant and a pc of the cheap ones with the more simple programs (the one and the other) for not holding up gilipolleces of the humans, in addition to the gallery of the world of the considered slaves, enjoy it, that I take care of the lazy ...
Inglés Igbo Español --------------- Detectar idioma Afrikáans Albanés Alemán Amárico Árabe Armenio Azerbaiyano Bengalí Bielorruso Birmano Bosnio Búlgaro Canarés Catalán Cebuano Checo Chino (simplificado) Chino (tradicional) Cingalés Coreano Corso Criollo haitiano Croata Danés Eslovaco Esloveno Español Esperanto Estonio Euskera Finés Francés Frisón occidental Gaélico escocés Galés Gallego Georgiano Griego Guyaratí Hausa Hawaiano Hebreo Hindi Hmong Húngaro Igbo Indonesio Inglés Irlandés Islandés Italiano Japonés Javanés Jemer Kazajo Kirguís Kurdo Lao Latín Letón Lituano Luxemburgués Macedonio Malayalam Malayo Malgache Maltés Maorí Maratí Mongol Neerlandés Nepalí Noruego Nyanja Panyabí Pastún Persa Polaco Portugués Rumano Ruso Samoano Serbio Sesotho meridional Shona Sindhi Somalí Suajili Sueco Sundanés Tagalo Tailandés Tamil Tayiko Telugu Turco Ucraniano Urdu Uzbeko Vietnamita Xhosa Yidis Yoruba Zulú Español
ARE YOU LOOKING FOR A JOB?STOP PUT THE GLASS IN THE WALL,
I let you some answers when the big devil,
touch our balls or pussy seeds,
when the fucking security company send a mail saying :
--The thieves prefer robbed in-house without bell(¿?).
--Clever people, your brothers.
when you are living in a fucking village that is 300 km away from the job in question,
like a fucking vintage of LOGROÑO.
--Oh that´s great, I´m a lover of good wine,
Logroño is like Lo-pussy, isn´t,
I love the pussy too,
the contact is like velvet,
the magic space of my cock,
but I must say no to your offer,
because don´t like that you are thinking that I´m a fucking idiot like you, that you have a nice dog ...
The same case,but for to paint a wall in a place called Alzira,
--Alzira? are you a fucking terrorist?
I don´t like this jokes,
I´m a person very seriously,
I have got a pangolin in the garden that needs my care,
she got an infection in her ass.
I have troubles in my marriage with the fuckin vixen of the woman of the sheriff.
Your special offer is coming at a bad moment,
when you are a fucking master of the universe,
and you got no children, woman, boyfriend, girlfriend, mortgage, and either, too much hurry,
--Unfortunately, despite assessing your offer among many others, I have to inform you with the little satisfaction that produces myself, the refusal of such an insult...
All right, this my light,I´m nervous, I don´t want that these bastards stole my mmn,mmn, anything that to be this...
I just pay the sweet dirty money, I go to say you something,7 years without getting money, you´ll see that I´m a fucking professional know, without fucking experience,yes, I´m a microbuda, the fucking father of Sidd harta,but you know about this fucking bastards, maybe they want to kill me with his cross, or maybe give me some dust with the money that I´m producing, because they are only fucking bitches and stupids clones...
I forgot to say that I participated in the vintage of grapes until one visitant had got the intention of killing me, with the consent of some them, fortunately, I believe in the good fortune...
THE HAMMER OF GOD
My conscience has back after crucified to the responsible like somebody says,
the creatures love me,
they are interested in the good nature,
me either, I say always the truth.
The women not bad,
while they got my cock in their mouth,
I love their pussies,
the egalite is like the game, sometimes you win,
other times your lose,
but all the people know the truth, now,
(obra mestra orixinal,TRIÑU DO CHAN)
Queimada,bruxas,sapos,tamos ata o mesmisimo rabo de satanas de vos,
fillos de fillos de puta,
e a foto da portada do ecravo(IRONIA),
mentres o nieto de puta encadraba unha japonesa merdeira pra meteren nas Petroscas
(busca ti o nome que eu non me lembro),
e falaba a miña abuela,e disia o meu tio,e aprendin en Madriz inda que eu son de Jalicia,
tamos de vos ata o mesmisimo cheiro da cona da rapasa que traballaba fasendo os queixos en forma de tarugo da fertilidade,
na editorial que fai as guebs,
tamos de vos ata o mesmisimo you tube,
onde so deixan publicar os nietos dos nietos de puta,
tamos dos videos do you tube que fan rir as putas psiquiatras da moda,
ata o ruxido do tijre do sandocan cas brajiñas de cabra de cachemira,
tamos en ramos do loureiro,
ata a clave do fol do buxo que sopran os papanatas que non saben do piano piano va lontano...
Sometimes the cancer jump a generation,
sometimes the cancer go under the earth,
but he never have got eyes,
then you have got to improve,
the cancer got solution...
Dears friends and pussies of the world,
today I will talk of the parasitic and the hosts,
They got a ridiculous cut of the hair,
his faces not formed like a men yet,
and their thoughts are totally wrong,
they put very nervous when you look at them,
and they are too agresive in their mind.
don´t know who is IO,
in this form must to be.
Their parasits parents maybe,
because like good gossips men, can manipulated weak of mind.
They are like puppies sons of puppies,
they never ever know who is the fucking master of the universe.
We have them in the fucking class,
studing all the things that not are necessary,
they are like fress cheese,
they got no sockers,
and some of their faces have elevations of pus inside of little hills.
And they are thinking that the fucking stupids of their raza could kill me,
they are wrong of course.
Certainly  this fucking stupids,
must to be more carefull if they want to keep alive...
A pleasement for your ass,fucking clones...
they tried robbed this,
I try to remember,
I thought that they can´t enter in my blog,
must read again something temporal,
but this is eternal...
I gonna say you something,
you are a compulsive liar,
you are a manipulator,
you are not good for nobody,
bad to the children,
bad to the woman,
bad to the job,
bad to the society,
bad to the underground,
bad to the sugar,
bad to the Amapola,
bad to the homeless*,
bad for the business,
you must do something intelligent by one time in your fucking life,
you are a pathological liar,
you must be the partner of all the lives that you took,
and maybe your soul rest in peace...
*that´s all that I can remember,add the sentence where appear the word homeless.
The fucking idiot of my woman got a nephew that is studying the nice profession of the
the very foxy lady got too much time free and now,
she wants a fucking stone transept (cruceiro) in the garden that  my family let me in
I will have to kill our son first, for that the work of your stupid nephew to be original,
I will break the fucking wall that is around our house and give him a fucking stone of
granite ancestral for that he can play with your wishes of fucking bitch spoiled,
and I will phone  dad (the driver),
to say to you the price of the bill for the mailing,
to take the fucking cross until the garage of your bastard sister,
and there the most bigger artist in the world can imitate the photo that you cousin Dick
take out of the 69 road  in a fucking day of winter,
because he has not a fucking tear of imagination,
ARE YOU AGREE,MY LOVE?...
I LOVE CLEAN THE ASS OF THE OLD PEOPLE(YOU KNOW)
And said Heipengenber,Hheiphamburgue,Heirunderbur,Hoppemmayer, before rest, and put the
fucking bomb in your fucking head of idiot...,
I gonna learn to write my name,because someone is a master in the universe and I got no
rights to talk about a free man,in this way I gonna say that exist too many ADDICTS in
Liverpool and too many ADDICTS in Washington,travel man, but very little people with own
brain of him, and like I said be careful with the things that you read, honey, or someone
gonna put them in your fuckin ass, dear...
FROM GALICIAN TO THE WORLD...
I never declared my love by the grammatic. Fucking idiot, maybe the opposite, fucking and
I tried to put this in the deep web,
I´m waiting for the answer...
Ok,nice talk with people,
Some bastards call me violator in this web,
but not all the people are thiefs,
and they get to be rich with my masterworks,
or they put out my voice,
is a miracle that  I stay alive,
I gonna say you something of first hand,
the coffin that they bought is not for me,
this fucking town is sick,
You know that I´m saying,
some people is with the gun in is fucking sick head,
all the people is garlic head,
you must respect me,
with the help of the other people like me in all the world,
this fucking bastards got the years in count down,
but now they are dead.
In this way I,m saying something trascendental,
too much people with the fucking spike in his arm talking about a false god,
taking gold of the larceny parental&sons,
fucking junkies manipulating clones,
ARE YOU A CLONE?,
Im talking to with the executors too,they know me,
they acused me 23 years ago of violator,
only by my fucking power,
they don´t interested in the justice,
they only want dust,
all rigth,do you wanna dust?,All rigth now ,you just got  over dust,
you got to have
I´m not a fucking idiot with the fucking t-shirt of
I´m not a fucking   street dog, with the spike in his arm,
althoug some of them know me,
and they have my respect,
you fucking manipulator let the fucking channel free,
not your fucking words,
you christian man got rigth to the orations,
this not your war,
this the war of the peaceful man,
you got your hands full of blood,
YOU GOT NOT RIGHT TO THE MEDITATION.
Only right to pray,
I´m in the process, you know, all right I´m using the translator of google, to talk about the things of this shit world, only talk about thinks, because I got no brain...
I´m remembering when a baseball got my frontal bone, speedball, I think, I have no clear those years, now either, only know, that all the world is full of  pussy water, my view of the landscape is like a  big breast of silicone, inside of the boobs,fucking closed, isn´t it ,don´t worry,I´have the blade enter my fingers,and all the lipids of their bodies, can not them do anything, because, I´ve not brain, do you remember? nevermind,After  I will continue by their clitoris, and only will depend on their fucking shit pussies, ask for the moon well done, I can do it with the blade or without it ...
before to put it in their clitoris,before to put the blade to remove their souls from the pussy...
My name is ío,
I got nothing that to see with the mythology,
I´m a being of the satellite of Jupiter,48787278987 concretely,
I went destinated to the body of Luis Gonzalez that born in the Canalejo´s hospital when he  wasn´t there,
he got a big nose,
knows sure that he want, get my  knoweledge,
he must be patient,
because I hate people like him, or maybe not,
Luis Gonzalez is a fucking genious,
he doesn´t know about me,
and that is  my intention, that goes this way,fucking idiot,
I´m not a fucking writer behind the Gin Tonik tales,
I never ever do the ridiculus, thinking about the big bushy eyebrows have Luis Gonzalez,
I don´t need so much hair,ío, is a very special being, the 48787278987s concretly...
If you wanna use this you must to get sex with me,
be careful with Luis Gonzalez,
he doesn´t know about this,
and you must be a woman, or maybe not,
your clean ass guess so nice like spit in Europa ...
Do you think that this is style?
they go on thinking that ío,
is here for them,
ío is living in Luis Gonzalez,
you must suck his cock,
and then maybe he wants to play with his little hammer in your seed,
or use his tongue with you,
just then ío could help you, never before,
you must remember this,
Luis Gonzalez have the dick,
And when some foxies female or foxies male, say to you, that he is a crazy man or a jealous, you must smile and answer,
Sometimes when I miss my moon of Jupiter I usually think in third person...
Despite walking on all fours, most of the time, man is believed to have evolved, just because of his bipedalism appearance. It is curious how this being of mental consumption, is just a rack full of stupidities and contradictions in itself. female point and apart...
These specimens, except for rare exceptions, are crazy in their entirety, of small-town yokels, although they live in large cities and encompassed in perpetual ignorance, tend to socialize(ío, is thinking that is for to robb). So simple in their walk that we allow them to form colonies to keep them entertained. We give them colours and flags, to play with them, that if we prefer to do it behind our backs because their knowledge is based on error. They are breeding creatures of little ones, who will become with their beliefs atheistic, ethical, moral or religious, in real assholes if they have the lucky to reach maturity. Some of them, they allow themselves the luxury of thinking, erroneously of course. They are stupid by nature...
Humans like the racks are walking in disuse, not so the human females or queers, even if they think they are intelligent, driven to infinity, they still try to evolve through work, that's why we distract them with all kinds of stupidities, chords to their condition.They are petty, false, anarchists, slanderers, capitalists, communists, fascists, democrats, monarchists and all those groups that form with the whim of ideas that we have been leaving them along the way, what are said,are real fools...
Why my partners put me in the body of Luis Gonzalez,I never knew.either.
Sometimes they shouted up me,
--SHUT THE FUCK UP,
YOU MUST TO IMPROVE YOUR MEDITATION IN SILENCE...
(Because some insane people is thinking that can be doing meditation with words,like our cousins of the east,doing facts in  the small skulls of the idiots)
THIS A FUCKING PAIN,
THE TEETH OF GOD,
HAPPY WEEK OF LIARS...
NEVER EVER SAY NO, IN MY BRAIN,YOU CAN  THINK ALL THAT YOU WANT,
I DON´T NEED YOUR OPINION...
I´m thinking with words, yes in the fucking sex, and in the nipples,
of course in the nuggets too,
I can imagine pictures of pornography.Althougth the smell,
it´s hard to imagine,and your breath,
I´m thinking that´s only I get more taste of other cocks with your mouth,isn´t,
Maybe I could do  a fucking notice ,that is very good pay, of dentifric,
with a good smile in front of the mirrow,
while the fucking french invenction,
of the ceramic of god is getting some of my good milk,
do you undesturnd ,baby? ,
I´m not the fucking stupid lector of Moliere, yellow, maybe Voltaire, fucking intellectual,
You suck my cock,
can you remember, fucking phyco?
or maybe you need me to get rest with the fucking bussines that you never ever gonna get, or maybe the fucking lizard need do something of slow hand, while he´s spying to get coins and put them in his ass fucking, because he needs some of the sugar,
and I don´t give them the fucking rality key,
they got to stole,
you go to kill you,
your son doesn´t need a phyco,
You gonna kill you only,not with your little soldiers,
they are only pieces of the game, the only piece that you never will,
a good person like me,
(Sometimes I don´t need to be a bad writer like Charles Boukousky that is helping me next to the Beyond, God is a joker, and you a fucking manipulator, you are dead honey man, take a look yourself in your pocket, and cry, you know
(Asedy Magnata is a book that no exist, or get out off my dream if you don´t wanna die, fucking clone!!)) ...
This not your game, fucking intellectual man,
God never is reading and it´s the only that  is playing my game,
now you got to know,
Do you gonna play?
Ok, insert coin of before of Jesus Christ...
THE CYCLIST AGAIN,FUCKING PHYCO, YOU MUST FORGET ME, THIS NOT A DICOTOMIC PLAY,
ALIEN OF stupid VILLAGE...
SUNDAY OF LAURUS NOBILIS,
There was a saint once time ,doing his exercises after robbed all that he could, their brothers knew him because  that he usually could get the bilocation, magically he  could get a Turkish sauna, with her partners, the other thieves,but suddenly in the same time of now happened a singular thing,their powers were eliminated by a crazy GOD and lover of the pussy,
without consideration for him and their material possessions,the GOD do broke their factories, their business, and gave him the opportunity to get one´s back his soul and the soul of their family, but the fucking idiot tried to negotiate with him,
losing  in this form the only way to get the forgive of his soul Christian and the forgiving of his atheist and beautiful woman.
In this way, and with his GOD´S phallus.
He did it prisoner together her wife, in one day of spring.
The GOD that was wonderful and playful, tied him to the prickly pear tree, smiling softly to her woman, and put each one  of his feet on the cactus of the desert, that had move sand, as well(¿?), while, he was grunting doing something like that,
the foxy lady that still, loved the thieve,tried to negotiated with him,the good GOD that knew her dogma, tied her to the  stone typical that was living soul in the desert, the stone was hotter than the  vixen,  because it was sincere like the pee that is falling of the  pussy of the liar woman,and maybe the sun got something to see and goes on grunting him,
Taking a break to have a delicious and cold beer,the GOD take a look over the unbeliever woman and the fucking believer,
while taste the fresh and rich tastes of the kopta potion,transformed in a callous child of big cock, doing,
with his fingers of GOD,The two fucking idiots, losed their words, as well, because the shame is something reserved
to the humans and for the good aliens,
like the good blood of the plants,
like the good fluid of the mind,
like a good way of the spirit,
like an original tale,
Like the one more of the  original tales that could be to say with words, and without the fucking spike in the reality,
or in the fucking city centre of Dublin,
--Do you remember Elsa?,getting with this,first the big eyes of surprice of the beautiful woman,and in second
place her beautiful wrinkels next to the eyes,and the dance of the fucking idiot on the  prickly pear tree,while the GOD was touching softly the top of his big cock of  child,listenig the shout of the monkey-fox,
--oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! ah! ah! ah! ah!,fu-ck-ing G-O-D,
in this form,the athea woman began to belive in the words of the wonderful GOD, doing  steam by her skin and fire by her eyes,while the playful GOD tell him,
--Mnnnnnnn Mnnnnnnnn fucking GOD?,Can you see the reality,now?
--I´m  a saint,said the man that was use the wrong way,
you can´t do me this,
Before to finish the sentence,Lourdes,because this was the name of the woman, put their arms in the neck of the saint so strong, that the playful GOD had no more options,  that to cut the tentacles of the female, leaveing her without arms,
to the woman called Lourdes, in this way the pale saint(like Vim-al Troquelar), when seeing the hight qualityes of the GOD,
forgoting the pain of feet and learning in this form the responsability that his lies can do in a GOD omniscient  and drunk, while Lourdes was spiting the new christian blood by her underarms, then the lazy GOD,  take out their hands off the top of his big cock, and snap again his fingers,
Cauterizing their serious injuries, miraculously. Consecutively and quietly, he did a burp of GOD, drawing with the smell of the kopta potion the world where is happening this original and not robbed tale...
In this way Lourdes getting the form of a liver pumpking ,sectionated in two parts,
to getting she ready to suck the phallus of our dear and distinguished secundary starring of the tale,
putting her neck coribanticly to short centimetres of the cocoon of the drunk,
feeling a look of sulfide of another quantic plane,
the smell of the dick was teased the  girld´s boots,
in the private room of the LIER SPIKE,
adding knoweledge that she will get to buy more peanuts,
lizards and Botijos(spanish bottle),
and some that another pistachio nuts from Persia...
Atrophying in this option lymphatic system of the ultra-catholicism that was working in the kingdom,
of the smell of the old pussies disciples of Asmodeo...
MYTH AND ORAL TRADITION...
Just the playful GOD, did get the peace, cutting her the tentacles of love.
The thief saint that didn´t could deceive the woman and either the GOD, had been teased,when he went tied to prickly tear tree,after trying to negotiate with the drunk GOD, then the GOD decided,show her the new way that she would have,
for to win her life, because to this GOD, in particular, don´t like the violence unnecessary,in this form  holding high his cock for peace, said,suck the cocoon of GOD,Lourdes,Lourdes saw the big cock of GOD with her own eyes and begin to believe,
while the saint was losing his faith,for to  transformated in Vim-Al troquelar,the businessman that sell vegetable.
GOD worked, sending the ex-saint to the place where was hidden the water, the bush of the desert...
the playful GOD, talk with Lourdes, while she was enjoying the most spiritual food, and told her,Now in ahead, you must know that not only my cock is in the word,I got a mission for you because you had been doubts about my existence,
Lourdes  stand up the head and open her eyes, but the playful GOD say her, that can listen with her mouth in the big cock, and he grabs her head with his hands to back her to the heaven again while saying,you must meet all the peanuts, lizards and Botijos(Spanish bottle)that your new GOD demand,without forget the pistachios of Persia,to put your slime in them and for that, I will send you to the more rotten village of the east of river Jarin...
The ex-saint pulled up in the bush of the desert,surprised him when disappearing, in its place grow the element.
With it, will win his new life, the slime(la baba)...
We can see the wisdom of the playful GOD and his equanimity, of course.Now, they are in different dimensions, because of our dear Molok,did with his fingers,
appearing there a UFO, that was driving by Encode-encrypt(octopussy of another galaxy), and commanded by the big Barnacle and his subaltern Ring of Squid,ordering to Lourdes that go up the UFO immediately, while hypnotizing to Vim Al-Troquelar,with his maraca, obtaining in this form,a type of forgetfulness, of his before life like a saint, and  giving him a kick in the ass to put him inside of the UFO, too...
the fall of the false love and the egoism gives step to the new life of this two starring,in a new world called the Water,
While the drunk GOD begins to sing...
,piiiiiiss on, piiiiiss  on,
give them maraca, give them maraca, Maraqueeeño
rain on their heads!!!
Piiiiiss on their legs,piiiiiss on, piiiiss on,
I give them maraca,I  give them maraca, Maraqueeeño,
a little rain on theeeeeeir  viiiiiiiixeeeeens boooodies!!!
--Little rain on the heads of the viiiiiiiiixeeeeens of the cooooourt!!...
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