kidnapped, imprisoned, violated. Here's how I feel. It all started at 12:50, the train of Salcido.
Me and my friend Zouave we are leaving for Romilda, the capital of the empire. The heat on the dock lights cigarettes and melting the soles. Our attention is drawn to a woman, tall, statuesque, very intriguing. Course is accompanied by a man much older than her. Math. Lack of business forced us to travel first class. To do this we had to sell on the black market three goats, five chickens and a pound of peaches. But to arrive in the capital, we do all the people of the province. The
train departs. They open the newspapers. The air conditioning started to have problems now. The seat is tattooed on our asses young. But we do not have the audacity to complain.
That she, the woman intriguing, it passes directly to the latrine. The flushed look. She staggers like a drunk beating up old people, seats, door jambs. Or is the heel of twelve or has problems in the temporal lobe. Its charm disappears as she disappears down the toilet. I do not see anymore.
The train stops. Just in front of us is a square guy. You hate now. He hates his pink shirt with a print of cock, pumped his muscles, his gaze from dead calf. Me and my friend Zouave we exchange glances of understanding. The boy must die. We offer and pretend kind of goat's milk, precendetemente poisoned. He drinks it and dies. But it seems to sleep. We look forward to our good deed for the day.
The train goes. Wobbles, rattles, scarrella.
we fall asleep to stop suffering. There
alarm speaker hum: "We apologize for any inconvenience due to technical problems we have 10 minutes late." We look around, we are in the midst of the bush. We see the dark eyes that look at us: a tribe of natives. Suddenly they break through the inertia and attack us. It is a shower of poisoned arrows, blowguns, spears fire. But the hard shell resists and leave again. We smile happy. And we also smile the boy died, trappings of practical application to his lips drooping.
But we have nothing to laugh about. At the next station happens the imponderable. It looked like a normal stop, but it was not so. We hear an evil voice from the speaker, "id odratir itunim 08 noc omeritrap ocincet otsaug nu id asuac to! !!!!" . A strong smell of sulfur diffuses into the wagon, older women naked and give themselves up to lust, the dead rise and blasphemy in the dialect of Bari "offers Cassan, offers Cassano, ve 'ffe mmocc to Mamta" , children vomit semen, a dwarf feeds on the feces of a police officer and so on. I
Zouave and we hide in the bathroom waiting for the gates of hell are closed. The wait is long. Acute screams shattered the air hot. Some malignant being punches the door of our hut. Me and my friend we look cursing the day we decided to leave.
abruptly the train again. The smell of sulfur is replaced by the comforting smell of urine. We go out. The old slumber, the decaying corpse, children crying, the dwarf law. Everything seems back to normal. But we still feel the fear that seizes the innards.
Finally the train slows down. We arrived at Romilda with only 160 minutes late.
Let's go home in the village of All Saints' Zouave, and we eat lamb virgin, watered with extracts of exorcising magic Chinotto and mysterious plant.
Me and my friend Zouave we are leaving for Romilda, the capital of the empire. The heat on the dock lights cigarettes and melting the soles. Our attention is drawn to a woman, tall, statuesque, very intriguing. Course is accompanied by a man much older than her. Math. Lack of business forced us to travel first class. To do this we had to sell on the black market three goats, five chickens and a pound of peaches. But to arrive in the capital, we do all the people of the province. The
train departs. They open the newspapers. The air conditioning started to have problems now. The seat is tattooed on our asses young. But we do not have the audacity to complain.
That she, the woman intriguing, it passes directly to the latrine. The flushed look. She staggers like a drunk beating up old people, seats, door jambs. Or is the heel of twelve or has problems in the temporal lobe. Its charm disappears as she disappears down the toilet. I do not see anymore.
The train stops. Just in front of us is a square guy. You hate now. He hates his pink shirt with a print of cock, pumped his muscles, his gaze from dead calf. Me and my friend Zouave we exchange glances of understanding. The boy must die. We offer and pretend kind of goat's milk, precendetemente poisoned. He drinks it and dies. But it seems to sleep. We look forward to our good deed for the day.
The train goes. Wobbles, rattles, scarrella.
we fall asleep to stop suffering. There
alarm speaker hum: "We apologize for any inconvenience due to technical problems we have 10 minutes late." We look around, we are in the midst of the bush. We see the dark eyes that look at us: a tribe of natives. Suddenly they break through the inertia and attack us. It is a shower of poisoned arrows, blowguns, spears fire. But the hard shell resists and leave again. We smile happy. And we also smile the boy died, trappings of practical application to his lips drooping.
But we have nothing to laugh about. At the next station happens the imponderable. It looked like a normal stop, but it was not so. We hear an evil voice from the speaker, "id odratir itunim 08 noc omeritrap ocincet otsaug nu id asuac to! !!!!" . A strong smell of sulfur diffuses into the wagon, older women naked and give themselves up to lust, the dead rise and blasphemy in the dialect of Bari "offers Cassan, offers Cassano, ve 'ffe mmocc to Mamta" , children vomit semen, a dwarf feeds on the feces of a police officer and so on. I
Zouave and we hide in the bathroom waiting for the gates of hell are closed. The wait is long. Acute screams shattered the air hot. Some malignant being punches the door of our hut. Me and my friend we look cursing the day we decided to leave.
abruptly the train again. The smell of sulfur is replaced by the comforting smell of urine. We go out. The old slumber, the decaying corpse, children crying, the dwarf law. Everything seems back to normal. But we still feel the fear that seizes the innards.
Finally the train slows down. We arrived at Romilda with only 160 minutes late.
Let's go home in the village of All Saints' Zouave, and we eat lamb virgin, watered with extracts of exorcising magic Chinotto and mysterious plant.
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