quarta-feira, 28 de dezembro de 2016

It was a terrible day for grazing

David knew, he had it marked on the calendar with a fat red cross. The afternoon was about to leave and began to darken. The full moon was appearing, it was similar to a goat cheese, and seemed to smile at him perniciously like a street whore asking to be fucked.

Those days of the month were always touchy. They were as stressful as the period in women. Every month they had that demonic week in which they bleed from the pussy and that hardship was very similar to his martyrdom. On the nights of the full moon, David turned into a wolf. In a large, black wolf, even larger than a usual canis lupus.


It was fair to assume that this millennium had already vaccine to that curse, science has invented almost everything: transgenic sheep with six members (the same as he pastored), dogs with brain implants, teleportation, cold fusion, apes charioteers, large sea horses that pulled underwater capsules to transport people across oceans.

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