In the lawless jungle town where I live, an old woman was raped, tortured and murdered by guerillas last night. I didn't like her much. She sat on a certain corner everyday, jabbing her open hand into my face each time I passed, demanding with a bitter, entitled manner and hoarse, croaky voice "Ayudame cabron!" (Give me money asshole!) Still, I longed to see her face as I walked by today. The idea of even a nasty elder spending her final moments like that is horrific.Your trusty global companion for spiritual, sensual, and literary journeys with author Lyn Fuchs
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Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Centurian Is The Celtic Apocalypto
In the lawless jungle town where I live, an old woman was raped, tortured and murdered by guerillas last night. I didn't like her much. She sat on a certain corner everyday, jabbing her open hand into my face each time I passed, demanding with a bitter, entitled manner and hoarse, croaky voice "Ayudame cabron!" (Give me money asshole!) Still, I longed to see her face as I walked by today. The idea of even a nasty elder spending her final moments like that is horrific.
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