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Only the rich can afford

Near Principe Pio, Madrid.




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Nightmare 221109

The nightmares came back. When they were only raging reasoning zombis it wasn't that bad, except when I shot someone I knew because I suspected him. Guilt was overwelming. Now I dream of hunting and it's worse.

My other-father, another hunter and me-child. We were checking traps, there were curled up baby cangaroos in them. The fur was a dark grayish brown and their tails, thicker than they should have been, covered their body and faces. They looked packaged.

I was scared of the other hunter, as if he may enter a blood frenzy any second, or was already in one.

There was a kitten in one of the traps. One of his eyes was popped out, a white goo floating from his eye socket. I tried to hide him and ran off. The other hunter wasn't far back. When he reached us he threw the kitten in the air.

I was in my mother's house. Outside a storm raged and for some reason there was death out. There was just my mother and me there. I went to my room and it was full of cats and that was disastrous. Someone else was with me, we had to throw out, through the window, all the cats. This was painful but it was important we did it. We kept the kittens in. All except the kittens.

Someone found the kitten with the missing eye. It was almost dead. I was afraid it was or would be soon.

Other things happened. I couldn't feed them all, I couldn't keep them all from what happened outside, I don't know what else happened. I woke up, scared, crying, I don't know why.



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Now

Present time.




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No stairway to heavwn

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Heartfelt

- I have to be true to my heart,- he said in that exact tone of voice that sent shivers down my spine.
- That's fantastic love.
- ...that's why I'm going back with my ex.


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Out

- walk away from me, - she said, in what she must have thought her most menacing, most convincing tone. - one step closer and ill eat your eyes, scar your mouth, cut through your entrails and throw them to the dogs.

I doubted she could do it, and she knew. She also did, i hoped, as i barely moved an inch towards her.

- i mean it. I can do it. Move back. Let me go.

I knew that in a few seconds she would be gone. She would vanish like a ghost. I stood and watched her as she disappeared . It took 4 seconds. I held my breath but nothing else happened.

Now came the great silence and, maybe, a far away day in which she missed me and came back, burrying herself in me while the world around us burst like a supernova.


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All us idiots

Some people believe in the bliss of not knowing.

Few things can be more harmful than ignorance, one of them maybe my terrible spelling. Ignorance should be painful. Stupidity should cost money. Idiocy ought to cause unhappiness.

But it does.

Ignorance ought to be a sin.


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Towards the days to come

Stealing words from days past and without wanting to forbid a thing to anyone, from now on it shall never be allowed to,

Fear your memories
Not make your dreams come true
Not try to understand those around you and those far
Not have time for who needs you
Not seek happiness
Forget that this world, without you, would not be the same.

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It was almost 4 o'clock in the morning and she was calm and quiet. She hardly opened her eyes enough to let me know she was there, to say goodbye. I held her hand and spoke to her as she stopped breathing.

She left without pain and I want to believe that without sorrow. She was taken care for as best we could and not left alone for a second, until the very end.

It began to rain after she passed.

Don't forget how much we love you. You can't imagine how much we will miss you. These past days with you were not hard. Spending time with you never was, love, and nobody could complain at making sure you were as well as you could be. It's only hard now that you are not here and everything reminds me of you.

I found your old pictures, or some of them. I'm sure there are more around. There is a lovely one of you holding Mike when he was a baby. There are others. You look happy in all of them. The nurses said you managed to outjoke the doctors. It's the sort of thing you would do, of course. I also found your button box. There are not two alike, my love. What are we going to do with you? I also found pictures of you with Nelly and with your father. Postcards sent to your mum, postcards from my parents in Iran. My father's school things. I cried when I heard him playing your music box.

I'm taking your picture, the black and white one where you can't be over 20. It's going to be next to the one of my other grandmother. I'll keep Nelly's picture too. And the radio you got for your dad when he went blind and that he used to carry about and you still have, that one is moving from your kitchen to mine. The Children's enciclopedia will also come. Mike still remembers his grandad tearing off the pages to write down his bets and how long you had to save and how hard you worked to get it for him.

I know they are just things and they are not important, but I can't bear the thought of loosing them after you took care of them for so many years, with so much affection.

I am happy I could be with you during your last days. I feel relieved I could make sure that you didn't find yourself alone and that you had all you needed. I miss you now and will miss you always. It takes all sorts to make a world but you were amongst my favourite.

Mane, Tecel, Fares

Otro relato cuenta que cierto príncipe o algún otro, vio en el tejado de su palacio a unos extraños seres que, al interrogarles, le dijero que buscaban camellos. "¿Camellos por los tejados? Qué locura". "¿Eres tú más cuerdo buscando a Dios desde el trono?"

Cuenta la Biblia v0.73b que Baltasar, en una de las múltiples orgías con sus cortesanos, hizo traer los vasos sagrados de los israelitas para profanarlos. No sé muy bien cómo ni si esto fue antes o después de que Zoroastro naciera riendo, en mitad de la alegría universal. El caso es que se oyó un gran estruendo y en la pared del palacio aparecieron gravadas a fuego tres palabras: Mane, Tecel, Fares.

Consultó a magos, adivinos, nigromantes y telepizzeros, pero ninguno supo dar una traducción acertada. Entonces Baltasar ordenó a Daniel que viniera, y una vez en su presencia se sintió algo borde y dijo:Mane quiere decir yo cuento, Tecel yo peso y Fares escaso. Dios ha pesado tus acciones y te ha hallado escaso. Tus días y tu reino están contados, socio.

Aquella noche, Ciro desvió el cauce del río Éufrates con 500gr de explosivos y fue acogido como liberatador en mitad de los Jardines Flotantes. Una vez más, triunfó el terrorismo sobre el estado metrosexual y Ahura Mazda se descojonaba mientras esperaba que terminasen los tres mil años de Ahrimán.

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Another storry tells that a certain prince or another saw strange beings on his palace roofs who, when interrogated, told him they were looking for camels. 'Camels on the roofs? It is madness.' 'Are you any more sane looking for God from the throne?'

The Bible v0.73b tells that Belshazzar, in one of his multiple orgies with his courtesans, asked for the sacred israeli vessels to be brought to him to profane them. I don't really know how or if this was before or after Zoroaster was born laughing, amongst universal happiness. The thing is that they heard a great racket and three words appeared engraved on the palace walls: Mane, Tecel, Fares.

He consulted mages, fortune tellers, necromancers and delivery boys, but none could find an accurate translation. Thus Belshazzar ordered Daniel to come and once upon his presence he got moody and said, 'Mane means I count, Tecel I weigh and Fares, scarce. God has weighed your actions and found you scarce. Your days and your kingdome are done with, kid.'

That night, Ciro desvio the cauce of the Ephrates with 500gr of explosives and was greeted as a libertador in the middle of the Hanging Gardens. Once again, terrorism triumphed over the metrosexual state and Ahura Mazga laughed his ass off while he waited for the three thousand years of Ahriman to finish.

Traslation to be thoroughly polished and spellchecked.

Famished Road

In the beginning there was a river. The river became a road and the road branched out to the whole world. And because the road was once a river it was always hungry. In that land of beginnings spirits mingled with the unborn. We could assume numerous forms. Many of us were birds. We knew no boundaries. There was much feasting, playing and sorrowing. We feasted much because of the beautiful terrors of eternity. We played much because we were free. And we borrowed much because there were always those amongst us who had just returned from the world of the living. They had returned inconsolable for all the love they had left behind, all the suffering they hadn't redeemed, all that they hadn't understood, and for all that they had barely begun to learn before they were drawn back to the land of origins.

They had returned inconsolable for all the love they had left behind, all the suffering they hadn't redeemed, all that they hadn't understood, and for all that they had barely begun to learn before they were drawn back to the land of origins.

There were not one amongst us who looked forward to being born. We disliked the rigours of existence, the unfulfilled longings, the enshrined injustices of the world, the labyrinths of love, the ignorance of parents, the fact of dying, and the amazing indifference of the Living in the midst of simple beauties of the universe. We feared the heartlessness of human beings, all of whom are born blind, few of whom ever learn to see.