How Can You Become A Werewolf Through Blood

Diversidad: lo dicho y no dicho ó No hay un chancho que no vuele

looks at me, as you look at a pig with which it was fondly as you think "I should have told me eaten, baked with an apple or orange in his mouth" and looks at me and growls and opens his legs white leather milky, and dropped limp on the chair facing me still looking at me like the pig roast on the table with the same love, with the same desire as fans and as if his words come from his crotch, from the darkness, or from the channel full of his colon, or your gut it does not matter, slowly articulating each letter is peeling recreates his voice as if he were talking to a pig that can no longer eat at certain terms, a basic fact, as basic as pork skin that covers me , oily warmth oh!, this fear-snouted pig that dug under the heart and dirty in the dirt made my words and wishes and deaths are deaths if not just a syncopation of this miserable life, they always wallowing in popular movies edge and hunger of others, these short legs and the pig lie born under the sign of man, so tell me and see Grandma and says, that girl was not for you. Perhaps