I had to tie him to the bed. It's the only way he's still and quiet.
Well I tried once to slap his face, but I felt so sorry about him. He just can't be silent, he doesn´t know how to behave himself. He has no manners.
When I raised my hand with my five spread fingers ready to hit, he stared at me and began blurting bubbling talking nonsense, gibbering mad in argentinian.
He said Seeeee and Che! and more boludeces I could not understand.
And worst of all, he didn´t seem to stop or know how to get somewhere with all that rubbish.
So
The only way to stop that noise was gagging him, but only after Cold Fingers and I stuffed that beautiful, beautiful mouth with her lingerie, her 536 panties and bras of all colors.
Oh Lord!
We can finally read and dance peacefully in this house!
(I tried to text my lover pero no me sale ni una palabra.
La muy zorra me ha dado una colleja. Ha roto mi cuaderno en trocitos. No tengo ni sacapuntas. ¡A la cama sin cenar!
¡Pero todo el mundo a la cama!
Lo que ella ordene)…
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Mi dinero me has costado, leche de soja y alimentos macrobióticos.
Deja el nido. Déjame en paz.
Te cortaré los deditos sobrantes con la escofina, hueso blando.
Fotos de la máquina de escribir y el tocadiscos de la casa de Gerald Brenan.
Cortesía de Bauhaus girl.
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Thank you.
Love,
Y.
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