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CUARTA MILONGA II

Hello to all lovers of the occult and astral. On this occasion I am prepared to combine two issues that have brought humanity head at all stages of history, the demonic possessions and dermatology. Hang males and read, read if you have guts ...

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ago, more or least a decade, Maria Teresa Campos gently bathed in a tub. In a small saucepan dropped water on their filthy udders while soaping the torso with a bar of soap lizard. This morning bath was a ritual of Maria Teresa's mystical spiritual communion with the gods of the farms.
Once the toilet, Maria Teresa out of the tub carefully, and took the towel to dry. Once this is done approached the mirror to examine the body. At first he found nothing, but to inspect the head, was found behind his left ear a small mole on the core of which stood a small point smaller and more viscous as well. Carefully, he touched the moon to see if sticking. In so doing, it gave him a bite and yelled an expletive.
Maria Teresa, shocked, dressed hurriedly and left the bathroom. Over breakfast, began to hear a faint voice that gradually grew to become a nasty blood-curdling scream but at the same time, it seemed the siren song of a dying woman. That voice
encouraged to do evil. Maria Teresa, who appeared to be under the influence of some spell, or burundanga blind, began performing unspeakable acts for a priest. He grabbed the dog and took it on the table, her daughter spat Terelu in the face and then she peed in her hair. The perversions of Maria Teresa, fueled by those voices from beyond the grave alarmed conspecifics and with great effort, got her into the car and take it to the doctor. The doctor at first he thought it was a demonic possession but, being a doctor, dismissed the idea immediately and proceeded to listen carefully. After one hour
unsuccessful, which had to be sedated Maria Teresa a couple of times, and the tube is mopping another couple of times because I kept wetting owned, the doctor did not find anything other than a lunar foul behind the ear, more like a pimple on a mole purulent gypsies. Given those circumstances, the doctor could not think of anything but burn the mole to the patient and prescribe a special soothing grizzly bears he had just brought in that moment a mustachioed ranger of Yellowstone, which sat there as long as the life span of a fly. Terelu
took her mother, much calmer after the chutes, back home. The lay in bed and left her there to rest. The strip that the doctor had put on the moon might contain temporarily the Bedlam screams emitted. After a week or less, Maria Teresa was completely recovered. His behavior had returned to normal and was ready to resume his work on "Day to Day."
With that energy as usual for her, Maria Teresa returned to the studio of Telecinco to continue his television career. Amid all the excitement generated by the organization typical of a program of such proportions, Maria Teresa lost the bandage that covered the moon. The moon, meanwhile, fueled by environmental shit, got to the size of a pea. The little dot in its core that was almost microscopic, grew and became a foul mouth with several teeth chipped black as that of a junkie. Because of this, the moon began to scream again with much more momentum than before, leading again to Maria Teresa to do evil.
Maria Teresa returned to be in that state of demonic possession that took days. What happened then freezes the blood will most perverted sadomasochistic.
Maria Teresa, mad, took off her panties and started to zip lines in the stage machinery of the set, while he would urinate on the heads of all the technical equipment and the public. When he got tired, fell from the ceiling and began to pace the floor like a barrel (this simile is pretty well caught by the topography of the award winning). He kept yelling moon in the ear of Maria Teresa what to do. In the midst of this maelstrom bizarre, Maria Teresa ate all the objectives of the cameras, whipped councilman, sodomized Jaime Peñafiel and various atrocities rather than only thinking about it, it gives me goosebumps. After more than offset a little while, Maria Teresa fell exhausted on the floor, falling asleep in a puddle of vomit.
on that event nothing is known, and know nothing. Maria Teresa, after undergoing a complicated surgery to remove tumor that evil, in which he lost a few grams of brain tissue, bought the silence of those who were present that day and survived the inferno eschatological. Time passed, making the events just related to fall into oblivion, but Maria Teresa Campos even wakes up at night drenched in sweat and condensed milk in the middle of a supernatural distress because, even today, can hear those horrible screams in his nightmares ...

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CUARTA MILONGA I

I begin today a series of stories based on the paranormal world. These stories will be seasoned with scatological and freak touch that characterizes me. Here goes the first few events that poisoned the dreams of the protagonists in many legislatures.

Pressure Cooker ...

Sometimes, people will die not leave the world. They live in the world of the living until they get bored of seeing the ject and go to another place more tropical. This type of dead star are the typical appearances of tuberculosis hospitals and old castles that you shit. History tells us today that one of these appearances:
was a day in her house at night, the illustrious Don Mariano Rajoy. Were available, as every night, to make the body in the potty who years before Acebes gave an invisible friend. Everything was as usual, while his right hand clung tightly to the towel, the left passing leaves an old newspaper (El Pais). Due to the cold of November and the effort, Don Mariano started hurting her back. And willing to get up and wipe my ass, Mr. Rajoy snorted loudly and stood up. At first he felt the typical slut gives you when you awake, so I waited for it to happen. Wait a minute, two minutes, but the Wall continued. I was in a state of pseudohipnósis, that's when he saw him. Opposite him, a man (if you can call it that), crippled in one leg, holding the sad weight of his body with crutches, wearing a leather jacket and a scar across his Deleting face by defective. The man looked at him with an anger that was only proper to the world of the dead and immediately broke the bathroom mirror with one of his crutches, causing a crash of glass that warned all the bodyguards. Don Mariano, still shaking from the horrible appearance, pulled up his pants and ordered to pack the whole family and go to spend the night at party headquarters. The next day security protection granted by the light of day, Mr. Rajoy returned home accompanied by Eduardo Zaplana, an expert on everything related to the paranormal world and well versed in the dark art of parasubnormal. Don Eduardo, entered the house protected by his exultant tan, he said, protected him from the ghosts that gave him the appearance of one of them. Don Mariano was following behind, grabbed his jacket from Armani, as the chief cheerleader. At that time, Mr. Zaplana felt a very strong energy coming from the bathroom, they approached cautiously and there found the source of that energy was the awesome shit Mr Rajoy. After stooping to contemplate and investigate truño glass breaking last night, both joined as did Don Mariano, and in doing so both felt the same slut Don Mariano felt. Clouds of steam of a pressure cooker that was there and no one had seen it coming, materialized again the image of that cripple who said in a voice that seemed a thousand voices at once:
- I am the Lame Manteca, and I'm going to fuck but well.
Don Mariano and Don Eduardo, squatting with her ass on ridiculously pump so that their bodies were ninety-degree angles, could not move. The figure of Cojo moved among them with ease unbecoming a lot less lame and dead. Mr. Manteca, stood behind the other two men and introduced them in the ass a crutch to each, a split second later, his image as well as the smoke vanished and the pressure cooker. Mr. Zaplana and Mr. Rajoy stood there, crouched in front of a urinal triumphant showing a great shit. Both took the hand to the ass in unison, checking that there were no artifacts introduced into the rectum. When erected again proved that they were both pretty good. They left in silence and left the house without saying a word. A couple of months later Mr. Rajoy sold the house and went to live in Moral (for example). No one knew of the incident but he and Mr. Zaplana that even now throws looks of shame and complicity in those events they do.

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bug. Do not think, act. Be independent of everything except the instinct, instinct guide you and your brand guidelines, simple guidelines. I would like to be a wild beast unwittingly selfish, concerned only to fill the stomach and leave offspring.
say that the lion is the king of the jungle because you have longer hair, but there in the jungle king. In the jungle there Republic. The Republic of the instincts, passions without transcendence, without feelings of love, love without love (fuck that nice). Man needs entertainment provided, but reading is watching TV, and if not doing gymnastics is smoking a joint. In the animal kingdom entertainment is boring. In the animal kingdom is not Big Brother, sleep until they are exhausted daylight hours. And only when the drive is no movement occurs. The man, while the instinct is not shown, the head must be engaged in mundane matters, must be positioned within an ideology or religion, that will condition their way of living and thinking.
In the animal kingdom there are no dogmas, only obeys the law of the food chain, larger orders which have teeth. The man went something like thousands of years, civilization has always endured the strongest, who crushed the little girl. Over time, this was lost. Legend has
why this phenomenon does thousands of years (not exactly how many) the human race throughout the wild country land area, and now animals but not people who touch the eggs. Well, one day came to earth, from what we now call the moon, a being filthy feet in height, with moccasins yellow lollipop motorcycle helmet, but it was a huge town, as its head no less than half a meter in diameter. The creature came from the moon in a green derby track alien tank, tires and fenders, the mask, back plates and tail were a dazzling white pearl.
The little one was bored, and began to pace the planet with the bike, leaving an unbearable smell of castrol and emitting a very unpleasant noise. He continued doing this for days, has traveled around the world (not even the continents had separated, we are talking about the Precambrian or the Paleozoic, or what not ...)
One day, a Homo habilis who lived there was scared to death when that stupid creature whizzed by on his motorcycle next to him. Homo habilis shouted angry - son of a bitch - When he had realized what he had done, he continued to repeat, bastard, bitch hijode son depute, ruling virtuosos ... was to tell his entire clan, that day else could be heard in the area that was not the son of a bitch. Days later, a pair of homo sapiens came upon passing a homo habilis that, to meet her, uttered the magic words. The homo sapiens who knew what a slut, and what was supposed to be her son opened the head with a rock to homo habilis. Since then, the man has never ceased to deal with their peers, therefore, the term bastard is currently used in disputes of any kind.

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Cucullatus lived happily in Mauritius. Cucullatus dodo was an impressive five feet vizco a bit dull. One day, walking along the beach, saw in the distance, beyond the sea, English ship, followed by several others like, went to the coast. Cucullatus
thought: "Of shit, there comes a good batch of cousins \u200b\u200bwho pluck." In case you did not know, my friends and contemporaries, the dodo was a being who possessed an uncanny knack for games letters, was defended with everything: tute, mus, Brisco, son of a bitch ... But his favorite was the classic poker.
As the English landed, picked up his game Cucullatus deck with galvanized steel case and went to the camp of the conquerors. Upon arrival, immediately sought expedition leader and challenge him to a game of poker, to which they replied in the affirmative after Descojonado laughing all the staff. Besides the chief, also joined the cook and the Catholic missionary and sentimental. The games were very fast, Cucullatus it had everything. His squint became an effective tool when the lamps marked. After several unsuccessful rounds, the chief, captain or hell ye call it, lost it and skewered to Cucullatus with his sword on the roof of the hut. The conquerors took an important mosqueo the fucking bird, the cook chased a female friend Cucullatus dodo and took souvenir, is now stuffed in some museum. The priest, dodo dodo plundering brushing, left no puppet head. When they left there, the English left loose a bunch of pigs that ate everything I had, plus all the rats that were there for them molo climate. In short order, the dodo was wiped out completely. And the fact that triggered the genocide was the special faculty of the dodo with the cards, who was going to tell us ...

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What have I become? "It was like that or is the result of a gradual process of change? Or better (or worse) that, degradation. Sometimes it seems that you are in Jupiter when you wake up after tripping, others not even you wake up. You stay on the ground crawling like a snake but without ever losing his smile. As Igor , accumulating your weaknesses in a hump that is changing shoulder at will, but that if, without losing the irony and humor. Shape reality in the head, turn around situations, twisting like clay bar, but there comes a time when those bars of clay start to smell like shit, and the smell permeates your clothes, but you can only smell you. And you can not help it, or yes ...

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looked like a normal day early morning, but about twelve, everything turned upside above.
In hell was on the lamb, and the lesser demons that habit to celebrate with orgies late into the night, a hardcore rhythm more boring.

That year, the feast of lamb should change location as the previous day, had begun work parkland Rating demonesses claimed by the mothers, were once sensual succubi, but the years do not forgive and, Eventually, the meat is wherever you are.

As tradition dictated, after a hearty meal of cherubim adorned with amniotic fluid, the entire population of hell on his way to a large areas of vegetation to practice stinging liquor bottle to extract sulfur and tungsten. In modern times, it was common to find aspiring young devils consuming drugs such as angel hair (uncut) or tripis of holy water. These parties were characterized by lack of limits, and a single bottle could well become an orgy and end up being a real slaughterhouse.

Meanwhile, Satan was enjoying a relaxing bath of bleach. He loved to spend days immersed in a huge tub of bleach or ammonia in its absence, as he leaves the skin smooth as God's ass.

But it is not party itself that I highlight in this letter if not the consequences it entails. The day the lamb is a huge party in the bowels of hell and hell is known that for centuries has determined the man's life, although over the years it has lost its force of evil and has fallen into a serious decline.
As I was saying, these parties have an impact on the minds of some men, if you can call them and they produce a migraine impossible to remove with any medication. These (below) beings usually occupy positions of power within an organization or just enjoy some fame and / or "recognition." Below includes a list of subjects rather Featured suffering these headaches satanic:

- Monsignor Rouco Varela
- George W Bush
- Eduardo Zaplana
- Raul Castro
- Jorge Javier Vázquez
- Vladimir Putin
- The Dionne
- Charlton Heston
- Federico Jiménez Losantos
- The / The owner / s of CocaCola
- Finito de Córdoba
- The Bald computers (dawn teleshopping)
- Bertin Osborne
- ...

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is now in 2007, recently started the XXI century when we realize that we are drowning in our own shit. The hot topic is "global warming", all the media have covered the phenomenon, and it seems that public opinion begins to react.

I shall focus on the specific case of oil.
In the 2 nd Industrial Revolution in the early twentieth century, began to apply oil in the machinery and, along with electricity, favored the emergence of the automobile and other junk.

The oil became the energy element par excellence because, in a relatively short time, was extended so that, since then the economy turns around. He was given various uses and treatments depending on what was his purpose; pipes, tires, inflatable dolls ...

But the introduction of oil in wine society favored by the development of capitalism. Capitalism, the new political and economic system recently emerged based on the free circulation of goods within a market controlled by the deep pockets of the men in top hat and cigar.
These men, the early capitalists used the oil to get rich exploiting the scientific and technological circumstances that led to the emergence of 'black gold'. And talk of capitalist development, we must also mention the U.S. capitalist development, which has corporate ambition that were throughout the twentieth century, putting his hand in all countries stained black, but the policies of their leaders clash with those of the USA, you know, a ticket is worth more than one ballot. We arrived to Ecuador

century, technological advances begin to make possible the development of all types of investigations, and one of them is the harmful effects of oil and its chemical derivatives, but who supports such research? the same governments that invest millions in oil. Science is developed enough to realize the harmful effects of oil, plenty of proven but still, no one doubted its effectiveness and economic and social pragmatism. Currently, all petroleum products we use, we all have bikes, cars and motors of all type and function, plus a wide variety of plastics that make everyday life easier.

What I mean by this is that we put our individual and community health to our well being, regardless of the consequences that entails, causing a deterioration of the planet, eventually end up killing us all.
We are concerned about the melting, species extinction and climate change, but do not stop like shit. We're like the fat you eat and ashamed because he knows he's fat, but can not stop eating. Writing

This is not to justify myself individually, I can not because I've contributed like everyone else to destruction the planet, and I am ashamed of it.
I am ashamed to be part of an unjust and cruel system that does not look for anything or anyone. I am ashamed of belonging to a portion of the world called first world or developed world that feeds on the other portion weaker.

When mankind is drowning in his own urine, we will remember those good times when we drove our scooters as we comb the air was parted in the middle.