Kraken meditated a coup the day at Marshal Tank Otto Von New York City sent to all potential voters and bound in a hardcover booklet chamois cloth through which indoctrinated them on reforms that his party would have grafted onto the trunk of the government of technocrat but insecchito Schock Electric Blues Brian Eno.
Kraken took the coincidence in the only way in which a coincidence not to be taken: a sign from God. It then to be convinced by the right and metaphysical thought of carrying an act accordingly Barracuda shoulder fired Locust loading and clawed his cock in K-Mobile Wet. Done what went scoured and showing the middle finger to close the veranda at the time of the Caput, inflamed by a desire to do away with all that had pores oozing sewage knew politcante. Already he licked his whiskers imagining the uproar and the chaos that would result in the corridors of power and the amount of blood with which he painted the cabinets of the senex ers and the smell of gunpowder that consumed the vest made of spasticity of Parliament, that shivering and crammed into a dark closet, as they have offered their ass costume, he was sure, just to be spared.
During the trip, the disturbance to the memory of which Kraken often forget that it is subject, lightning appeared, as if someone had pressed a button on his head and he found himself off Kraken driving a car that did not recognize and in front of a mountainous landscape that did not know existed.
the first pitch he took a break and stop manipulating the rearview mirror crossed his eyes. Not all are quick, even thought there was someone in the back seat and turned around scared. The fear turned into a coven of shrieking castrati Cistercian monks live by the English anarchists when he noticed the Barracuda ready to spit its load of Locust accustomed systematic murder and a load of crap in Wet obscene whose minimal contact with the Dry could explode.
The situation was without mercy.
Kraken then, moved by a gray emineza that is about to be Sgammato, turned on the radio. It came a sound, a voice and then a song. The sound was the roaring fire of hell, the voice that of a demigod puragotriale asking him to repent and convert to Primid god, the song was an old success of Laura Pausini Laura Pausini ... Blin Lemon Jefferson, the first experiences Delta blues, the song appeared as a player of his astringent tapeworm, extracts, dried, processed, and made it sound cable from the hand of the time and, if not patriarch Enoch. The song was an invitation to murder his woman, cross the border and become a Kabbalist way down in Mexico.
Kraken is bared, a victim of the panic feeling that the valleys robanti ispiraronoe notes oblique auroral and the sound of Blind Lemon, abandoned his car and decided to gamble the fate of racing at breakneck speed in the woods: where his body would give way to fatigue there he built a hut of reeds, mushrooms and moss, with a bed of rotting leaves and pumice stone, completely devoid of the possibility of internet connection and would have always lived within a circle of 34 meters in diameter like a dog to chain.
He thus reached the ecstasy that only hermits and some disco diciotenni reach.
