THE MARTYDOW.-

22 mayo 2018 at 6:48 pm (el amor brujo)

Naked flora, she climbs up the water ladders. The Consul asks for a tray for Olalla’s breasts. A stream of green veins sprouts from his throat. Her sex trembles like a bird in a bush. On the floor, now without a rule, they jump their hands cut off, which can still be crossed in faint decapitated prayer.
Through the red holes where her breasts were, tiny skies and streams of white milk can be seen. A thousand little trees of blood cover his entire back and oppose the damp trunks to the scalpel of the flames.
Yellow centurions of grey flesh, unveiled, arrive in the sky with their silver armor ringing.
And while vibrating with a confessed passion for manes and swords, the Consul carries his tray of smoked Olalla breasts……………………………………………………………………………………………… F………………………………….. García L………………..
Salu2

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