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Chapter 6:
Dear Diary,
It has been so long since I wrote my last entry and I will take my time now to explain all that I had had happened to me all this last month and a half. Oh it was horrible, really horrible, the society, oh.. my god the society. The... the assholery has reproduced in most giant magnitudes that not even my sword of dumbassism slaughtery could handle.
Two months ago I was in Canada and an avalanche was killed an aproaching Ray Romano who came to visit some assholes in their motherland. Stuck inside the cabin where Alfonzo had prepared me some half cooked pancakes because the snow from the avalanche had blocked the door, I couldn't stop but curse MOTHER for never telling me that I wasn't her only child. BEWARE WHERE THE HUSKIES GO, that's what my father would say for this occasion, but I never took his advice and now sealed inside for wall of wood, Alfonzo told me the story of his life behind his tremendous moustache.
Alfonzo
It echoed in my head, for some reason... I wasn't aware then.
Alfonzo, he told me about his untimely birth due to an abnormality in his nails, these nails that scratched the amnion that caused a leakage of the amniotic fluid. But when the doctor realized what was going on, it was too late, Alfonzo destroyed the uterus with his nails of terrific proportions. MOTHER wasn't able to give birth ever again. Furious at the bestiality that was Alfonzo, MOTHER ordered the pirates to take her bastard childe to the lands of.
Alfonzo and I, we weren't similar looking, but it didn't take us long to realized that we had the same MOTHER. I was the older brother, and always thought I was her only child.
Anger
Confusion
and MOTHERFUCKER!!!
I drawed my sword without notion of what I was doing and slashed at Alfonzo who was too aware of the events to follow. He drawed his nails out of his pockets and broke the jacket he was wearing on to show his bushy chest hair and before I could hit him, he spit me on the eyes and rushed to the window, jumped through the window breaking the glass and into the snow which he dived in and penetrated into it in a manner only sperms does to enter the ovum.
I wiped my eyes and cursed THE MOTHER OF ASSHOLERY FOR ALL THE THINGS THAT HAPPENED IN MY LIFE AND SUCH. After I calmed down, I realized that my only way out of the cabin was to follow Alfonzo's tunnel in the snow straight from the window.
I VOWED, ALFONZO, I WILL HAVE ME REVENGE!
FOR MOTHER, and her triturated uterus.
The tunnel led to the outsides of an irish pub. I entered the door looking for gossips for the location of the MOTHER OF ASSHOLERY. Among all drunk men,, which were assholes anyway (but I'd rather slaughter the mother of assholery first) I found a fair lady with an arm around her shoulder. I followed the direction of the arm to discover where it came from, this arm belonged to Patrick, the english brute.
I stared at him, looking for answers, looking for the process of irritation, looking for justice, looking for a correction, looking for sanity for everyone, awaiting for him to remove the arm from the fair lady, which I looked at her with passion and tenderness. But none of my far-fetched expectations happened to function. The lack of control steamed all over me, for I searched ultimate justice, where all is well, and everything is in harmony, but... MOTHER oh, you had to be there, MOTHER OF ASSHOLERY and ruin the possibilities of controling my own sanity.
I looked on the little details, the way she was dressed, the way she looked back at me, the way she smiled back, in a mysterious way that brought no conclusions, and the way he clutched her.. and I saw that my eyes were blurred with the fantasies of the future where there is no hurry, where we live in the bubble where Mother of Assholery would not dare to touch.
WOULD NOT
DARE
TO TOUCH
MOTHER OF ASSHOLERY WOULD NOT DARE TO TOUCH
Our house in the forest, Our house in the field, Away from society
A physical approximation of living in our own heads.
Each to its own, together in harmony, a bonding of thoughts and
Utopian life was interrupted by the barf of my bar neighbor.
I watched back at Patrick, a foe I knew for long... from the times of significant antagonists, bearers of sophisticated language such as cock, jew and ass.
Then my eyes searched for the fair lady hoping for a sign.
But I saw none, a confusion instead. A muddy........ .. ... ..
I left the pub, in an act of prudency, avoiding a fight that could benefit no one.
I walked away fast.
Called for the cab. I couldn't think about Alfonzo anymore. Blazing memories and thoughts of the fair lady flooded my thoughts. I looked behind and saw Patrick at the door from afar, and it didnt matter, jew, ass or eat your fingers, it didnt matter, the car accelerated, driving thru new lanes, discovering new frames in my head where the fair lady resided.
I told the cab driver to drive to the frontiers of Canada.
I had enough of Canada for a while.
I promised myself to return, once I find the MOTHER OF ASSHOLERY!
Walking my way to Texas
I might find assholery over there.
I've been walking fortnights and more, Texas, is it where MOTHER OF ASSHOLERY RESIDES!?!?
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