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"Bridges Literary Anthology of the Mariano Moreno Merry

I vueeeeelta. As you can see, there was a change in the design of the blog ^ ^. Pretty soon, they wanted to change but could not find a template that I liked enough. In the end, I made a radical change in one that had gone down and this is the result I hope that is most comfortable reading from now. In addition, notice that I start to sign my real name, to find a pen with me comfortable. I introduce myself again, Gretel Myth their orders.

Next point: it is time to publish what I come toooooodo leaving ink in the last couple of months. I'll write this with time, so do not forget anything =). First of all, thank you very much to all who are going through here, although I have it very abandoned and I left Nittah a message in the last post and it has not yet replied (I was delighted when I came back from vacation =) this weekend I will try to answer as it should be ~).

Then we'll slowly. Promising to come (to my fiancée, not least XD) I'd upload photos of the book we published together literary workshop. So here it is =).

Well then, now have a little (and really, not much, because I'm really bad with the times and not to mention the memory.) It turns out that in the workshop of Mariano Moreno Library, the coordinator Susan D'Aloisio gun end of the year a small magazine written of the children who attend it. Last year (2010), however, the idea evolved willingly: orgarnizarnos decided to publish a book. And although many of us go through the shop (more than twenty, and more varied ages), the dream was fulfilled.

(Book cover)

The title of the anthology, leaving the name with which the magazine published the works of the guys in the workshop (not including me because I was never in them). The Herculean task, began around mid-year past, and I say Herculean, because there are so many, it is sometimes difficult to keep time or be agree.

(Contratapa. It was designed by one of my companions, who really went ^ ^)

The project, however, advanced, and 19 December, we had in our hand our little treasure. Still, having my own copy, I can not believe it.

(flap and first page, signed. Yes, yes, there said Osvaldo Bazán: D. Thanks Chibi (Y). Click on the image to read what it says the tab.)

same day, the library was organized in the presentation society (XD) of the book. And despite my fear, was crowded and the books sold better than I expected. Yes, yes, I had great faith. And yet I do not think so.

(Cover page and more signatures.)

most embarrassing thing I did was having to sign books. But hey, I could stand it XD. I think what distressed me most was escrachar books from my colleagues and friends. Still, I was very happy and was a wonderful evening. Besides, we could be alone in the library and I swear: I love living in one. They breathe peace, very different from being in a huge mansion. The books really do seem to peers. Also, I like to live in one, but with my friends shop, which was a total laugh, hahaha XD. I am happy, apart from being able to gather their signatures on my copy. Be a memory that will accompany me my whole life =).

(Index)


(Lomo. Seriously, all this little job did our Titi, who was excited to see her work 'the flesh'. O paper ink, 3)


(List of all participants. Click to view the image in better definition.) Creeeeo

not nothing I miss. Bonus, photos of my great pride (at the risk of sounding egotistical ...):

See my name on it, with so many people I love and admire me feel that things are on the way I =).

my name above this paragraph risky. The people who were that day I recognized as the one who brought the erotic side of the book, XD. A family to greet me on the stairs to the exclamation: "Look, here comes the erotic poet." Although there were poems, but hey, hahaha. Surprise they are going to be XD.

Both stories involved in the anthology. "Honey" and "The dress with the scent of roses" . The one tender and the other ... good.

And the mini biography included in the book =):

(Yeah, promoting the blog: D)

Well, I think the post is stretched more than they thought they could. So again I will be a lot of things in the pipeline. I'm glad I could share this with you and so Mr. Anonymous * wink * will remain peaceful =).

prontito update it with the prize of Jaz and a drawing made by my fiancée =). Greetings to all, as long as very good weekend!

What Are The Odds That I Get My Tax Refund

opened the first Kwik-E-Mart in Ecuador

Well, I tell them that Mr. Apu Nahasapeemapetilon, the Indian businessman and resident of the city of Springfield, USA, as part of the process of expanding its business Kwik-E-Mart and against all odds which identifies as dangerous consevador invest in Ecuador, decided to open a branch in the city of Cuenca.

"While the delinquencies verdads whip Ecuador, I CREOS not to be cegarses before cualquiers business opportunities. In addition I have many experiences in CREOS offender management and those is a great strengths, "said Mr. Nahasapeemapetilon to address concerns about how well it was decided to set up a branch in Ecuador.

"These if, as usteds be noticed, I put my office in a city with low crime rates," he said Apu on the city of Cuenca.

The Kwik-E-Mart is located near the gas station Terpel coming out of the Panamericana Norte Basin due to Gualaceo (from the bridge over the river Machángara). For those with GPS or Google Earth, geographic coordinates are -2 ° 52,816 '58,029 -78 °

What ...? Did not believe what I say? What am I up?

Here is a picture of the local:



And if you think that is false, I challenge you, dear reader, to review the Exif data of this photograph to satisfy itself that is not faked. And if you still do not believe me, go to Cuenca and see.

then the precise location with Google Maps:


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The "Holiday" how to get rid of the children

When I was stripped, school holidays were just that: HOLIDAYS. It was a posh time to spend watching TV and not worry do the damn homework that sent teachers. In the afternoon a rally vague or go biking and when they reached the nineties, go play nintendo.

But for some time here, a visionary entrepreneur invented "holiday courses" which is nothing but a leak that parents give for not having their children at home. It is now, during the holidays and can not rest because parents send the bare to take singing lessons, guitar, trumpet, tambourine, harp, violin and musical instruments if not send them courses of action, painting, dance, swimming, football. And parents, happy to not have to leave the peel in small bay, empty their pockets to fill the "Entrepreneurs" holiday courses.

If I were stripped of this era, the cock would send my parents if I wanted to send a holiday course, because parents tell me, do any of you take a 15 days during your vacation?

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queerman ~ ♫ - [Story / parody]

The holidays passed without that I would not a sign of life, but hey! Guess what? Here I am XD. So sorry to have left the blog, but is that between work and other things I have no time or desire to upgrade. So I plan to do so today, before departing. He would not go anywhere, this holiday season. Never say never.

Also, this post will not be used except to show signs of life. I know I have a couple of things to climb, as the prize and give the news Jaz =): Dec. 19, I, along the whole of the literary workshop I have attended, we present our first anthology of short stories and poetry. Try to get a good camera to take pictures of the book and show. I am very happy about that.

Now, what concerns us: "Merry Queerman!" Parody I wrote the story for Christmas, as a gift back to those who pass through here (Jaz, do not read, creeeeo is not so bad, but I do not know XD .)

Title: "Merry Queerman!"
Author: lonely soul
Gender: Parody
Couples -
Warnings: Madness Mucha XD, abuse of public (?) And cheap jokes
Date: December 1910 '

If you believe that as hard as Santa Claus faces , at year's end, is the race against time, you do not know the true events of the most famous bear in the world.

No animal or person has been harmed during the creation of this story.

A small glossary before you start:

Chaser: Also known in Castilian as a hunter. Are those that do not necessarily share the characteristics of a bear, which are attracted by them.

Bear: People with a lot of hair, usually plump, well known within the gay scene. Within this category there are subcategories muchíííísimas. If you are interested in the subject, investigate;).

Leader: not need much explanation. Here everything revolves around the leather XD.

Now:

Queerman Merry!

People always talk about how hard it must be for Santa Claus delivering all gifts, of all people in all parts of the world at the same time, which is not at the same time, because can thank the existence of different time zones. But nobody would think that there are worse things that really are more afraid to be delayed in sending a present. And that, ladies and gentlemen, are the chasers or as they are known in Castilian: hunters.

Not that Santa Claus was a prejudiced person. Over the years, it took forever to stay updated on the things that happened outside the North Pole, no matter how much work he had. That's why I knew there were all sorts of relationships and that gay environment had something called chaser and that was after people chubby, bearded, with plenty of hair and it could be more or less white, more or less abundant and also the texture of the person could vary. The worst part is that he was chubby, bearded, graying hair, had to say- quite hairy chest. The perfect victim. Not that anyone is considered haunted, or too exaggerated concern. But all precautions were created by their own experiences. On their own, stocked and terrifying experiences. Still

Mr. Santa, did not know how he managed to escape all their misfortunes unfinished with pride -not to say another thing broken. There was that time that had entered the house of a German who almost made him die of fright when there turned on the lights as he placed the gifts under the tree. If he was alive, was perhaps the surprise was taken to see the man dressed in leather and latex clung to her body, and the upright member greeting him outside the prison of his pants. Then discover that being, dressed in leather and whip in hand, belonged to the group of Leaders . Another round, was a guy who had pounced on him as he stooped to leave gifts. The shock was not less than disappointed to see what kind of feelings generated by his affable figure in the small ... seventeen. When he remembered, Santa shook his head. I remembered when I was a kid six years drooling over their new cars. Now, that home delivery was responsible for another person.

Perhaps the time more surprised when it was attacked was a girl, glasses, petite and looking good person, you could say harmless. She and a friend were sleeping near the tree, probably waiting for him. The surprise is when both took up from where they were and ran with ropes in their hands, shouting "Big Daddy, Big Daddy!". The youth was spoiled.

Of all had escaped. Why could not the same this time?

From that moment, besides keeping aware of everything going on in the world, had organized another investigation, to separate all the chasers and suspected they might have something. Then, when I met them, marked them, and these his secretary was responsible, Mery Christmas, which could be a woman, but Santa was sure that the people visiting think twice before doing something wrong again . Sometimes, Mery look reminded her of the two girls who had tried to bound, and even came to think that might be good helpers, but want to practice with him bondage. That was why he was also careful Mery no matter how much had told him that she only went women-and no, you would not attack while sleeping, which he believed Mr. Claus only reluctantly.

And now, the situation that was happening at that time. Tied up in bed, with only his underpants, with a beautifully designed Christmas trees fresh and shining in the darkness, wrapped her wrists in handcuffs stuffed red, green and white. Well the Christmas spirit, had to think with some pride. What is not understood is when I had bought, if he had guarded so well throughout the year.

Mr. Santa was in the house of one of the chasers assumptions to which both feared. If you were there, it was not because he suddenly had happened to feel the pleasure of leather and the whip is not as if his tastes have suddenly reversed. In this boy had been on the list of monitored during the twelve months of the year, hoping to catch him doing something wrong, and it was Mery's to visit him at night. But he had shown an irreproachable conduct. Almost perfect, to scratch the suspect. But since the rules were the rules, much to the regret that he had been the one who created them-had comply with the agreement. And so it went.

"I knew you would come," said the boy. The scraggly beard seemed clink on the skin of his stomach, he began to kiss in that area, "it was worth all the wait.

The feeling, scratchy on your skin, gave a shudder, that for some reason not displeased at all. The boy was not bad to see ... "excuse Stop!" He said worried.

- Stop! You can not do this, I have many gifts to be delivered and not think you're able to disappoint any children, right? She tried to reason with him. He knew that children liked how he looked after his nephew when his sister was not.

"Do not try to escape," replied the other, as he began to pull down their pants, I sent a message to your secretary, you want to see what they say? He put the cell phone very close to their eyes and read what he did curse under his breath.

Dear Santa, you're tense lately, I think that you will do, it's time for you to accept your true sexuality What other than a bear would walk using braces these days? I'll take advantage of the other gifts. Love, Mery Christmas.

He had commanded the lion's den!

"Come, relax, baby, you'll see as you enjoy it.

Santa frowned, that voice should have a problem because he could not refuse. What the hell! Maybe this year will be the honoree played.

-x-x-

- ... wow!

wives had blown somewhere, and the sheets were tangled in their waists. Both breathed as if his life depended on it were too tired for exercise, but if they asked Santa for a long something does not seem so ... exciting? I could not even believe the things your body could do without him knowing.

- And? Did I test? Rudolph asked (yes, jokes of life). Her voice trembled imperceptibly.

Santa smiled.

wish I could take you with me to the North Pole, "she answered before he could protest continued: - You have your family, and love your nephews," she finished, almost in a whisper, his cheeks competing with Christmas tree balls.

"Well ..." he tried to fix Rudolph- you can always just look around for exercise around here.

That seemed a good idea. Why wait 365 days to see it again?

And Santa Claus was so afraid of losing him chasers, although the human-Rudolph-barred even put into question. To hunt holy, as he was.

who have spent some nice holidays!

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A Merry Christmas Carol

This is a story that happened recently, just for the recent Christmas ...

A girl named Marcela was very sad. It was 25 December and it was bad: a few days ago had been fired from a job, she learned that her boyfriend of years you put the horns with another woman and, moreover, the bank was about to repossess your home for arrears of mortgage. Marcela

felt complete crap. I no longer had to live. So he decided to jump off a bridge to end their miserable existence. When I was about to jump someone stops:

- But ... What are you doing? He asked the mysterious character-

Wiping tears from his eyes, Marcela could make this character: He was a man old enough, overweight, dressed in red. Will it be that this man was Santa Claus?

- Santa Claus? Marcela said in a trembling voice
- Yes, daughter. me. What's wrong? Why such a pretty girl like you wants to end his life?
- Santa Claus ... My life is miserable. I lost my job, I lost my boyfriend and I'm about to lose my house. I have no desire to live.
- But why so negative thinking! Do not you know that the last thing you lose is hope? I tell you, on Monday, something unexpected happens: recover your work, your boyfriend will love you more and receive a sum of money to catch up on your bank debt.
- Are you really Santa Claus? Does that happen to me?
- Daughter, to me there is no impossible things ...
- Oh, Santa! I have returned the joy! But tell me ... Is there anything I can do for you to thank?
- Well ... Daughter ... Do not know how to say ... The truth is that it has been so long since the last time Mother Christmas, I sucked his cock and ...
- Do not say anything more ...

immediately Marcela unzipped his suit to Santa, stuck his cock and started sucking with lust. When he had finished, Father Christmas, totally ecstasy says ...

- Daughter ... How old are you?
- 23 years, "said Marcela ...-
- 23 years ...! And I still believe in Santa Claus ....!

Moral: just there!