Sam Merissa
Son of man, eat what you offer, eat this scroll, and go after talking to the house of Israel.
Ezekiel 3, 1.
was smoking something strong on the river Kebar. Ezekiel was crossing over in search of a better life. That's what he said but really wanted to move a bit and shake the sand of my ass. Strong wind was blowing.
opened his eyes and saw a great cloud of fire. He smiled. This is good grass, said his inner voice. In the midst of the cloud seemed to distinguish a neon light Better Life announced a simple but elegant bar and three pool tables. There were four dancers who looked as follows: her legs were straight, shapely and the soles of his feet was like the sole of the hoof of the ox. Ezekiel laughed so obviously the case and silver miniskirts. From the hips down as fire was producing around glow. Hips to above did not see anything because he was not interested. Including incandescent lights.
There was a noise as of many waters. He wanted to urinate and did so. He sat waiting for a little peace of mind to try to cross the natural border. I did not know how but something would happen. Or rather, something would happen. Then a booming voice. Stand up and listen . Fright, fell to the ground Ezequiel giving your face first into the dust. I was so stunned that he felt no pain, nor the warm trickle of blood on the corner of his mouth. He looked back, not to flee, but to ensure that the appearance of Best Life still there. It was not. Damn, she thought. Hey, pay attention , thundered the voice accompanied by the flash of a flashlight. need to bring this across . Ezekiel, doubtful, asked why me? Do not have to anybody else? The voice replied calmly and threatening, conditions that only experience can reconcile because those who have rebelled against me can only do it once . I have sitting on nests of scorpions . Thinking about this uncomfortable position Ezekiel got a further effort to concentrate on what they said. just want to go to the other side and deliver this package to my friend, Israel Montes. He will be waiting . The package looked more like a book roll. The loud voice was beginning to frighten him. He took the package in his hands. Now eat it. He heard a sound like machine guns loaded and the package was obedient to his mouth. is a joke, animal . Laughter heard but not seen too much. It was dark. What touches me in return? He dared to ask. ox dung to make your bread on it, asshole . He felt a strong push and they loaded four arms toward the riverbank. He was placed in a rowboat. Head toward those green lights. If you stray from here we fly pumpkin. Were only about 300 meters that separates one side of the other. But both sides were guarded by armed officers. There is nothing to fear, we make the law and cheating , booming voice said, lighting a cigarette. He started playing with words rowing pumpkin head, celabeza,
cabelaza ... did not take long to cross the river. " It was so quiet that inner voice telling him: Still, Ezekiel. He smiled at the lack of originality of their inner voice. Reached a small jetty surrounded by beautiful green lights. He took the package and jumped into the wood without difficulty. Looked at the sky, beautiful, full of stars. Already the other hand, he said. He lay on the ground right there with the package serving as a pillow. When he was about to fall asleep he heard footsteps. He closed his eyes more tightly to try to escape through a strange spell did not work. Pssst, look, get stupid . He opened his eyes and could see the face of a man hardened by life but peaceful face. Stood. "Israel Montes, asked. to serve you. Ezekiel delivered the package. The man then ordered her to follow him. They went to a street just off the pier. Clean, with a business open at that hour. Quiet. Montes pointed to a trash can. There is his own. You never saw me and of course my name is not that you know . And who are you? asked impertinent. am who I am. What's there?, Dared to ask. The false Israel Montes laughed heartily beef shit for you to make your bread on it, asshole , and had the confidence to give a pat on the shoulder. You seems good guy, do not get in trouble, go home. And do not be inquisitive, fuck . Having said that he walked away. Ezequiel
waited one, two minutes. Maybe three. He went to the trash. He thought if what they said was literal or symbolic. He walked to the appointed place and saw a small black leather bag. He took it and not looking at anything went at the end of the street. Seol
Mossebot , believed read the neon sign. Before entering opened the bag and was surprised by the high denomination notes. Hahaha. Damn bastards. I love them, cried. Crossed the heavy front doors in dark glass. A simple but elegant bar and three pool tables. There were four dancers who looked as follows: her legs were shapely and wore high heels. Ezekiel laughed so obviously the case and silver miniskirts.
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