Spectacle of an Era

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Spectacle of anEraL U C I ANO L A PA RAD E


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Spectacle

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Era

LucianoLaparade


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2013 Luciano Laparade

Arte en crisis.

All rights reserved.


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For the reader of a technologically globalized world

Who has some time to spare

When all begins to crumble.


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Contents

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S p e c t a c l e

o f a n

E r a

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Unbecoming in three Acts

6. The Suicides

El otro lado del espejo .8

5. Voodoo Doll

Cannibal .9

4. This Time

Interview .10

3. Three to One

Burn! .11

2. No te vistas

It Is Coming .12

Once...

Defeat .


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Spectacle of an Era

I'll admit I have a trouble or twoWith these times we live in.

They don't care whether you breathe or die,They just want to feed their soulless lives

Without knowing that they're blind,So very busy, locked inside their minds,

And the world is still the same,Two millenia in the makingOf a faithless kind that forgot his brotherSo they killed each otherUntil blood soaked the landThat used to shelter man.

And they lived by a promiseThat was never madeOf the Big Man comingTo revert the spell

And destroy water, rivers, oceans,Pulverize the mountains,Finally stop the winds,Separating wrong from right,To create celestial light.

So forgive me if I'm bluntBut this shit is just fucked up.

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Once...

Thethingyou'vegottorealizeisthatitisalwaysaboutlove. True,

theremaybetimeswhenyoufeellikedeathistakingoverand

miseryandhateandpainspreadfasterthanamoderndisease, but

whenyouareallalone, inthemiddleofthenight, thestarsshining

aboveyourheadandthemoonsmilingatyou, whatisitbutlovethat

remains? Thatpowerfulforcekeepsusalltogetherinthisinfinite

space, itmakesusaliveinthisplanetweliketocallEarth.Lookatyourbodyinitsperfectness. Lookatyourskin, atthehair

growingfromitssurface, lookatyourmoles, atyourveins. Lookat

yourfacereflectedonthemirror, asourancestorsoncedidonthe

surfaceofthewaters.

Takeamomenttostarebackatyourowneyesandthinkaboutwhat

comestomind. Nowslightlychangethefocustolookatyournose.

Doyounoticeyourupperlip? Slowlyfollowitscourse, findyourother

lip, andcarefullywetthemwithyourtongue. Canyoufeelit? Canyouseehowitglistens? Canyoucomprehendyourownbody? Yourteeth

appearedforaquickmoment, didyouseethem? Andyoucallthisnot

love?

Whatisitthatkeepsyourpiecestogether, thoseincrediblemiracles

oflifethatmakeyoube? Breatheintheair, allaroundyouthereare

hiddenfragrancestobefound. Asweetscentemergesonlyto

disappear, suddenlymixingitselfwiththefreshnessofthewoods,

andthenthesmellofdew. Andyoucallthisnotlove? Andyoucallthisnotablessing? Notlovebutsomeotherword?

Ifso, tellmethen, whatisit?

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No te vistas

Qudate as,bandote de luna.Mis dedos sobre tu piel,

dos serpientes ansiosas por dejar su huellaen las arenas de tu ser.

Y con cada aliento que exhalasimpulsas su recorrido y borras rastros de suspiros,sonidos de melancola apagada que refleja tu mirada.No alteres la postura, djala relajada,aunque mi ritual induzca espasmos de dulzura,

destellos de mi sed, de tu figura.Y si despus de todo decides dejarme,te mantendr aqu cerca, muy cerca.En las yemas de mis dedos,

en mi recuerdo de luna,qudate as,desnuda.

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ThreetoOne

Theywerelong-timefriends, bothofthemhadsharedthesamepassionsforawhilenowbuttheirhot-bloodedyouthwouldprovethemthatthereisalwayssomethingmoretolifethanwhatourexpectationsleadustobelieve.Summerinvitedthemtoleaveforthebeach. Youknowhowthestorygoeswhenaboymeetsagirlandtheboyfallsinlovewithher, soIwillspareyouthedetails.Nightcameandtheday'sdrinkswerealreadyrunningthroughtheirveins.Pooltimeisfun, clothescomeo"andrevealjustenoughforimaginationtoletthenighttimelightsplayfullycreateshadesunderwater. Botharewrestlingnow, youngbodiespressingagainstoneanother. Sheiswatching. Whentheylaughtheyaretalkinginasecretcodetobedecipheredonlybytheother'seyes. Shetoyswiththe

ideaforawhileandthendecidestotossitaway.Themusicisright, thevibearousestheirenhancedsensesandsomehowthegameisbecomingsomethingdi"erent, stronger, moreviolentthanbefore. Shecomesinbetween, decidestospicethingsupwithherfemalepower. Whenherhandgentlybrushestheirwetskins, thespellisbroken.Sheiscomingouttothesurface, towelgentlysuckingthechlorinedropsonhertannedabs. Theyarelefttowatchherleaveandthentalkforawhileabouttheirhopesanddreamsuntiltalkingbringsbacklaughter. Ahandslowlymakesitswaytohislegandheistakenbysurprisewhenitsecretlymovesupbelowthewaters.Shereturnsanddivesbackin. Theyareallswimmingtogether, theliquidmotion

helpstowashwhatgoesthroughtheirmindsuntilthebodybecomesawareofitsownmovements. Shecornershim; thisunlitpartwilldo.Heisnowwatchingthemfromafar, hiseyestryingtomakeoutwhatisgoingonbetweenthem, hishandinvoluntarilygoingdown, tryingtoemulatethescenebeforehim. Somehowtheirheartbeatssynchronizetotherhythmcomingoutofthespeakers; whentheykiss, thetasteremindshimofasweetripefruit, anexotictreattohisincreasingpleasure. Sheisnowfullyprepared, sosheglancesbacktotheireagerspectator.Hemovesslowlytowardsthem, asifundertheenchantmentofapowerfulsorceress.Onlyitishimtheonehethirstsfor. Him, withallhismasculinityondisplayforhim

toenjoyassheopensuptotheexperience. Theyarecorneringher, thistimetheywilllettheirthoughtsacquirefullpowerovertheirbodies.Shehidesunderwater, shethrustsherselfwithamovementofherarmsandcomesouttothesurfaceontheothersideinnomorethanafewseconds, fastenoughforhertonoticetheforbiddensightandfeedherfire. Theyarenowfacingeachother,involuntarilygettingcloser, closer, untilsheemergeswithasighandtheymakeuptheirminds. Shefollowstheminside, theyareholdinghands, drippingontheconcrete, grass, carpet, marble, bathroomfloor.

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Hestandsinfrontofhim. Theystareateachotherinsilentcontemplation. Sheenjoystheview.Waterfallsonallofthem, laughtercomesback. Theyarealllaughingnowthereisnothingstandingintheirway; theyareeagertoseewhathappensnext.Thefanontheceilinggavequickhintsofwhatwasgoingonbelow, thewhitesheetscontrastedwiththemovementoftheshadowsontopofthem, strange

combinationsresultedfromthevariatedrearrangementsofposture, threestrivingtobeone, andconstantlyachievingit. Twocanonlysatisfyitselfforsolong, buttwocansatiateanotherinwaysthatnoneofthemhadeverimagined. Thiswastheirschoolandtheywereavidtolearnitslessons. Andsotheydid.Morningcameandpassed, forexhaustionunitedtheminsleepyembraces. Asthesunwentdown, itsgoldenwarmthwelcomedtheirconsciousnessback. Solaythesceneasifitwerefrozen, eachofthemacquiringasmallpieceofuniversalknowledge; indeed, ittakesthreetomakeone.

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This Time (She Will Do the Fucking)

To them, she is just a whore. True, she might enjoy sex as much as the rest, but in realitythere is so much more to her. To the naked eye she may be your typical whore, but she isnot like other whores. This whore will leave you satisfied.

But then come others that intend to take what's hers, they come and try to mess her up.She stands back up, looks them in the eye with a piercing gaze, the kind that threatens yoursoul, and moves aside for the rest to come.

Typical, never; whore, perhaps, for there's a lust concealed within her eyes that is like the

lick of a flame, just enough to set a wild fire. And she remains even after the ashes.

Destruction saw her birth, decay fed her hunger, rage built inside like a barricade betweenherself and others. She thinks. She's alive. She gets constantly bored with her own life, soshe messes with others. She's courious about their beds.

Other whores envy her, how obnoxious she is! Adored by many, despised by her own kind.This is how things are in the land of the forsaken. Where shattered dreams are taken as anemblem, hang them high, who will care?

Who will care about their bones? She was just the happy slut, broken down 'til she was go-ne. Out of her mind, out of her rights, she prepares her own decay. Sweet innocence blin-

ded her foresight and dug a hole she would call home.

She's the happy goer, curious about other's beds, how they think and how they act when thelights are dead. Awake but cannot stay, she must dream her dreams away. There goes ano-ther, she tells to herself, so used to the event.

She remembers she is fire, she remains after they're dead. I'll never miss them,anyways, she's repeating in her head as she walks away from the life that was leading herto death.

Burying the past never really worked, so she now unlocks those secrets, collecting keys outof the graves. Escape can become a reality, she can be freed from her cage.

To them, she was just a whore. She could be used and tossed, as if nothing had happened.Others, instead, sought to be in love. They were after an illusion; everyone loves to live insi-de their own fantasies. At the end she was the one that got fucked.This whore could leave you satisfied but now she moves on, leaves the filth to the pigs.A new beginning is all she needs.

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Voodoo DollY!r skin "dark;Like af#can nights, it sli$ers.Ritual danc%of &fl%hCome and force me to un'%s y!r body.Tw"ting and turning, so(hair curlsOver$at tender)ot I'*+t to explor,Hu-, I'*lay y!on a bed of lu.,And don't y!mind &c#mson cru.s.Gentle rop%ar!nd &w#.sMake a great plus on my l"t.

Is$at y!r hea/$at 'ums?Ju.let y!r bon%fo*ow &rhy$m.If I nail y!here, wi*I hear$ose moansCome !t of y!r wide-open$roat?Yet my needle "my weapon of choice,It wi*enter y!#ght$r!gh to y!r s!l.

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The Suicides

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Wake up the suicides! Wake up the ungrateful dead

Who melted with terrible emotions the undying heart of Earth!

Wake up the lost souls! Wake up,

Wake up undoers of Nature, you terribly

Courageous, ungrieving children of Me.

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I will not say thou hast not broken my heart, she confessed one day.Mister, mister, could you repeat what Sheila has just said?

As a whisper slowly aspiring to become a rough irrational torrent of emotions, those words run through your veins

Until they slice them open.

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"Oh! But the words are everything!," the Devil said.

How can this be true? How can it possibly be true?

"Remember the words! Always the words!," you can barely make out as the Devil disappears.

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Lovely lady Lies, what's it there to find inside?

What's it there to find inside when all around you dies?

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My heart was stolen from me, a young maiden told me once before,

And now look at her all surrounded

By gravestone flocks.

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Once upon a time a wizard loved, and then he was no more.

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Sorry but I was oh so terribly young,

I could not stand my head anymore, so I took it off.

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VIII

But why?, the little girl asked, just before her descent ended and her

Skull was smashed.

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When I was a kid I saw three strange things happen.

The first, a flower glow.

The second was an owl telling stories to the ghosts.

The third I dare not tell; I was a flower, I was an owl.

And then the mirror spoke with a cold voice as it reflected my

Brains blow.

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Dulce nia ma, dime qu te pas,

en qu momento tus ojos se cerraron

llenos de dolor?

Dulce panecito, quin te prob? quin rob tus mieles y despus te abandon?

Qu mano te sedujo hasta las ruedas del vagn?

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They found her by the side of the road, her lipstick smeared, her sight long gone.

Adieu la fille, adieu mon garon,

This time the fire consumes us all.

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Like I mean I was like dude this shit is totally awesomeand then she was like you have to try this shit and shit man that was some fucked-up shit

and she was like fuck dude you fucking have to try this fucking new shit

and then I went like fuck why don't I fucking kill us both instead!

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Well, some of the facts are changed, yes, wouldn't you agree, darling?

Oh, yes! Yes, indeed! They've immortalized a prettier version of us.

But we like it, don't we, dear?

Oh, we love it! We just love it.

Tybalt hates it, though. It makes him look bad, you know...

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One day I wished I was dead,

And then the wishing came to an end.

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Unbecoming, Three Acts

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The Party

Prologue

There was an old mansion disguised in a shroud of misty fog, one that has been kept a secret for many years and mo-re. They used to say it told of times to come, but I don't know whether that was actual truth or not. All I know was thefacts spoke for themselves. I'll let you be the judge yourself.

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The doors opened revealing a wide luxurious hall, smiling faces were ready to welcome all of the guests that had co-me to the party.

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The party is rather small. Only select members of the social elite have been invited. We go in, coats hanged, guidinglights leading to the main room. Our host makes an entrance. She smiles rather splendidly. The man arrives. He ma-kes an entrance. Chairs reorganized, bodies seated. We start conversation, topics of the utmost importance. The winetastes amazingly well. Everybody is looking very neat. Lights go out. Candlesticks are brought. Fire fighting fire. Sweaton the skin. Someone else's sweat. Your sweat. Fire against fire.Lips, hair down, nails on the skin. Whose skin? Mine and others. Other bodies. On the hall. Blood rushes. Pumpingheartbeats. Tongue, teeth, claws. Water comes. Raindrops hit the glass. Broken glass. On the floor. Dead bodies.Dead heartbeats. Walking corpses. On the hall.

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The doors that night did not close but with every thunder the macabre scene was lighted by a pale blue light that con-trasted with the burning bodies of inside.

Afterword

Let not the facts deceive you, for there is more to come. Just let yourself become... possessed with the eyes of a diffe-rent soul.

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The Hill

Prologue

The mist is powerful they say, it can cover acres of forests as if they weren't there. Sight is therefore not to be trustedin this land of rusted materials of old. The wood speaks of ancient times forgotten. It smells of wet delight and decay.

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Moving up above the mist, the hill ascends, partitioning itself in two layers of contrasting lucency and shadowy mud.

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Let's advance swiftly, slow steps on these ashes. You come and follow me. We'll tiptoe as if nothing's wrong. Rain allover the dust. Wet, sticky, charming. Come in, come inside, join us in this playful ride. Your feet will dry. Come andmeet the fire. Fire that was fire will be nothing more tonight. We'll ascend. One step follows another. The green is old,but you can't see that I'm right. The mist has not been kind down here, it hates the light. But now you'll experience so-mething new, something creeping from the inside, from the outside, they will come. They will come. Don't blink. The-re's a link that can't be broken. Like their bones. Like your bones. Flesh fighting flesh. Darkness against darkness.Nails, teeth, ribs. Broken ribs. Salty lips. One is down but there are others. Gathering, slowly gathering their bones.Flesh against flesh. Moving through darkness. Up. Up isn't right, it tells us to leave. Heat and despair. My despair andothers'. Thunder fights thunder. We're all broken. They gather from above. Shining, walking, down. We're all down.They come. Meet them.

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Moving down the hill, the newcomers made a path for themselves, revealing their true shapes until the mist and themud and the cold provided concealment for their guts.

Afterword

They say one shouldn't trust them strangers, that's what they say. Now sir, if you'll excuse me, I think it's getting late.

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III

The Secret Sanctum

Prologue

Sing a song for me soft dust on my face, sing a song for hollow weeps of sorrow. A row of bodies shed the blood of thenight, coming out of the dark. What a terrible revelation! It hungers for our peace of mind. Sing for me this one last time.

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Beware, do not trust the vision, do not trust the light, in this hidden garden souls are inspired to die.

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They cripple. They all cripple in a monstrous way. They have bodies. They all have bodies that did not belong to them.They came from the top of the hill. What took place there can never be described, such a gruesome scene it was. Lighthappened. At the top. Undead divinities descended from the skies. Ancient horrors reawakened, the ones that createdlife. They came back to mould a new race. From the remnants of men. From rotting corpses they were born. They weregiven great advantages. They embodied dead gods. Transparent skin, blue glow, deformed skulls. They do not hide theirbones. Thus they descended. From the top of the hill. Resistance was met and crushed. More bodies for their aliensouls. They moved through the misty forest. They found a lascivious party. They recruited more. They set the place onfire, as an offer to their gods. Contorting their bodies they cripple. Towards the light. The garden of delights becomestheir sanctuary. It will host their abominable rituals. They will invoke their monstrous gods. They will wait. Patiently, theywill wait for their army to grow. Until then, they remain hidden. Only a few of us know. They are waiting.

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So the vision comes to an end, what will you do with what you've learned? Will you choose to face it or rather to forget?Either way, your dreams will never be the same.

Afterword

Sing to me of times forgotten, sing to me of times to come. A song is better than a prayer when your god is a dead god.

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El otro lado del espejo

Ever since my birth it's like I've had this curse over me that keeps me from being able to relate to

others. My mother always tells me the story of how I rejected her breast milk and how she wentthrough great pains trying to make me drink it, but I just wouldn't. Of course I don't remember those

early years, how could I? The first memory I have is not exactly an image or an event, it is rather a

feeling. A deep feeling of solitude that followed me throughout my childhood. I remember thinking of

myself as a useless boy. Then, my brother was born. Until that moment, I had grown accustomed to

the idea of a deep loneliness inherent to my existence, one I could never be rid of. I had learned to

live with that feeling. When my brother was born, it was like all the pain would finally disappear. It waslike I wouldn't have to be alone anymore. I cherished him from the very beginning. He was precious

to me.

His first birthday came quick and soon he was standing, walking, running, speaking. Unlike me, hewas a happy kid. I always wondered whether all the suffering had been given to me so that he could

enjoy life. I never quite knew. My brother was a bright child, he always beat my grades and he gradua-

ted first of his class. He had a talent to keep amazing me, time after time.When he was in junior high he had his first fist fight with a fat bully. My brother beat the crap out of

him. I remember getting home that day and looking at his handsome face covered with crusts of dry

blood here and there. His lip was a little swollen but his smile remained the same. When he saw me,

he jumped out of the sofa and came running to me. "I did it bro! I fucking did it!" "Yea, I heard, what

on earth were you thinking? You're crazy kid, you know that?" "What are you talking about? He had it

coming!" I couldn't keep a straight face anymore and let out a little laugh. "Yea, I guess you're right.Come, let me help you clean yourself." He followed me into the bathroom taking small leaps, he was

clearly in a great mood. I took out the antiseptic, some cotton and band-aids. "Wash your face withthis soap." I gave him the antibacterial bar mom kept for these occasions. After he was finished, I ma-

de him sit down so I could help him clean the wounds on his face. As I was standing over him, sliding

the wet cotton through his face I couldn't help but to notice his extremely attractive features. He was

no longer my little brother, he had started to become a man.I took him to my parent's bedroom. "Take off your pants and shirt, we must check if there are more

injuries that need to be taken care of." Looking at him in that way, his bright smile directed to me, his

strong bare legs slightly parted from one another, his naked chest moving slowly to the rhythm of his

breathing, I felt reassurance; I was no longer to be alone, not ever again. I got down on my knees

and started cleaning his wounded skin with the alcohol-impregnated cotton, and as I did, he someti-

mes let out soft moans, but his smile was still there. I remember that day perfectly. From then on, Ibegan to notice changes in myself, changes that somehow coincided with the ones his own body was

going through.

Whether we were at the table eating breakfast, or getting dressed to go to school, or coming back ho-

me, I would always secretly scan his face, read his mood, check out the development of his muscles.

He was still thin but he started to acquire the shape of a grown-up. His arms would no longer be skin

over bone, but now he could proudly flex them and reveal a very pleasant figure to the eyes. His legswere beginning to stretch his jeans, to his advantage. And not only his legs...

Whatever changes his body was experiencing, his bright spirit and child-like cheeriness were unmova-

ble. He had always loved me as I did him. I was his big brother and he looked up to me. I was his

light, he would happily follow me wherever I took him. And boy, did I take him places. But I'm getting

ahead of myself.

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It so happened that one day I got a call from one of my classmates and although I wasn't too comfor-

table with the idea of talking to anyone belonging to that place, he seemed to have pretty legitimatereasons for meeting me. How legitimate they turned out to be? I can't help but to wonder. When I got

back home that day I was a changed man. It took days to assimilate what had happened. My brother

noticed something was going on with me but he kept a friendly distance. When my meetings with Billy

had become somewhat evident, my brother gave into his curiosity and started to ask me all sorts of

questions. So I just told him that we were having great fun without him and he said "No way! You bet-

ter take me with you!" Naturally I refused and this made him even more interested.I stopped meeting Billy when a teacher found out about me. He came on to me one day and I just

didn't know what to do. This went on for days, and somehow I began to like it. He told me how great I

was, and he began to teach me some forbidden lessons.

By this time, my brother had become used to my late-night getaways but when I came back early in

the morning and sleep still kept him captive, I would slowly lean over him and quietly kiss him on the

cheek. I couldn't help but to feel that I was betraying him. With the help of my private mentor, I cameup with a plan. He told me I would have to bring my brother along next time we met. I was to have it

all.

That day I asked my parents permission to take my brother to a school ball later at night, and they

both thought it was a good idea for us to go have fun together, so with their blessing I took him with

me. Only I wasn't going to take him to a ball but rather to our own secret party. When we got to his

apartment, he was already waiting for us, naked, on the couch.I remember my brother's blank look after that night. He would still smile but somehow it was like a me-

chanical reaction, for his stare was vacant. A few days passed and he came back to his usual self, as

if nothing had happened. So when I took him there for the second time, it was like the first. It always

went on the same way: the surprise, the void, back to normal. After a while I decided I wanted more.

So far he had only been a witness of what went on between us. Once or twice he even interactedwith the teacher, but when I tried to approach him he wouldn't let me. I needed a new plan.

After a lot of thinking, I came up with a solution; I had but to find a nice youngster such as my brother

so that he could show him how fun our nights were. Finding such an element at school was out of the

question, so I had to get creative. I decided to ask my teacher for help; after all, he would benefit from

it as well. We decided that it was best to hit the local bars and see what we found. I was very anxious

the first time, since I had never been to such a place before. The implications of being spotted byanyone I knew were too disastrous to ignore, but it was precisely this that added more to my excite-

ment.

We went out a couple of weekends, hoping to find anyone suitable for the task, but without success.

In the meantime, my brother continued to attend to some of our get-togethers, which made me even

more desperate to find the perfect bait. One night at the bar, we happened to begin a conversation

with a very nice young man who seemed to be in his early twenties, very good-looking and brighteyes. We managed to get him drunk enough to make him come back with us to the apartment. I

rushed to my house and woke my brother up.

"Okay, that's enough!," the policeman said in a dismissive tone and stood up to leave the room. "But I

haven't even finished..." "Shut the hell up you little scumbag! We got what we needed, and now youare ready to rot in prison, and then in hell! Oh! I pray to God you both burn in hell!," yelled the police-man, all composure gone, before slamming the door. Even though he was a man of experience, this

policeman began to feel tears coming to his eyes and vomit trying to force out of his body. He was so

repelled by this whole case, a very promising life lost in the filth of animals, beasts, for that's what

they were, both of them, to do something so terrible to an innocent child. "Have they confessed?"

asked one of his partners. "The brother did, the other one refuses to speak, but that doesn't matter

now, we have a confession." Suddenly, he felt the urge to see the body for himself; he didn't knowwhy, but he felt he needed to pay his respects. "Have you heard? They've admitted to it all," he

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overheard while walking towards the exit. "Yeah, they told me 'bout it. Sick ain't it? I mean, they werebrothers for Christ's sake!" "He said it was all 'cause of love, can you believe it?" "Geez..."

He left the station and got into his car, lit up a cigarette and started the engine. He felt dizzy, his mind

was trapped in a hurricane of questions. "At what point does love become this terrible thing?" He had

no answers. He could never answer such a question for no matter what the answer, death conquered

all.

The evidence was there, the testimony fit with the reports they had been working on for weeks now.

"Infant Suicide" had been the headline of the newspapers that spread the terror in town. He had ta-ken the case because he felt an overwhelming curiosity to find out the truth behind such a terrible

act. And now that he had finally discovered it, he wished it had remained hidden, for it spoke truths

about human nature, truths that should better be forgotten. "Is love the ultimate killer, then? Is it lust?

Is it both or none?" He turned off the car and slowly climbed the stairs towards the crematory. The fa-

mily would be there for sure, but how do you deliver such monstrous news? He put on his cold faa-de and silently entered the room.

Still sleepy, he got dressed and followed me without asking any questions. I think he knew where we

were headed but he didn't say a word the whole time. When I opened the door of the apartment, he

went inside and discovered my teacher naked in the leather sofa, the drunken boy spread on top of

him, still unconscious, naked as well. My brother saw him and I noticed the blush on his pale cheeks,his eyes suddenly lit with the flame of lust. I knew this time it would work, he would be mine, I could

already see what was going to follow. Only I didn't. He started to strip and I was too astonished to mo-

ve for a while. This was the moment I had dreamt of for so many nights to count. He moved on top of

the drowsy boy and caressed his bare skin with a finger. The boy shivered and slowly opened his

eyes, staring at my brother and then taking his hand and pressing it against his chest. They kissed,very gently, their lips meeting in a delicate embrace. My teacher was very still, a grin on his face re-

vealed his further intentions.

I took off my clothes and led them to the bedroom. The four of us were now completely lost inside the

darkness, our senses demanding more, a kind of hunger I had never felt before began to take over

me. I could not believe this was about to happen, he wouldn't notice it was me behind him, there was

no way of knowing who was moving inside the shadows. Love was now mixed with lust and I felt Icould die right there and then; I had found happiness, I felt complete.

When we got out of there something had changed within our most inner selves. My brother remained

silent for days and my parents became worried. He barely ate. He barely slept. Inside myself I sen-

sed he knew it had been me. I didn't know what to do, I tried to go back to how we were but he shut

me out. Until, one morning, we found him dead in the most horrible manner. He had cut both his

wrists and hanged himself from the top of the stairs. My mother lost her sanity in screams of the dee-pest agony. The corpse was already blue, turning purple, and the face had a tormented expression,

his blood-shot eyes were open in a gruesome stare. They told me they found a note inside his mouth,

and through the crumpled paper they could read only two short lines: "Love is but true evil. Death

shall conquer all."

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Cannibal

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10

Interview

Tiene razn, de tener una profesin, sa sera. Mas no ha elegido la pregunta correcta amigo mo. Estoy de acuerdo, mi radiante sonrisa ha sido tema de conversacin global, conozco perfectamen-te mis dones, no tiene que recordrmelos.

Mi cuerpo es perfecto por naturaleza: piel de alabastro, ojos color bano, labios carmes, cabellorizado, mejillas sonrosadas, brazos contorneados terminando en unas manos delicadas, senos fir-

mes y de una redondez incomparable, glteos bien formados, tersos muslos y la caja de placeresque descansa sobre ellos... En fin, creo que ningn otro ser ha alcanzado tanta belleza, y no mien-

to cuando le digo que muchos han muerto por ella.

Advierto que insiste en su pregunta. Antes que nada me siento en la necesidad de sealarle queest equivocado. Los hombres no me usan, soy yo quien usa de ellos. Simples utensilios, no re-

quiere de mucho pensamiento entender cmo operan.Percibo su curiosidad mas no se preocupe, si se es su deseo, le contar ms al respecto. Me diceque no debe ser fcil rondar por las calles. Permtame describirle el placer que siento cada noche

al ponerme este cors, este vestido negro sobre rojo y caminar por los callejones de la ciudad. El simple hecho de respirar el aroma nocturno me llena de una emocin gratificante al saber lo

que aguarda en las horas siguientes. Me pregunta el porqu de este vestido. Es sencillo; slo l guarda tanta elegancia y, al mismotiempo, juega con mis impulsos tanticos y erticos, los mezcla de forma tan etrea que embriaga

a primera vista.Se preguntar qu clase de hombres llegan a m, aunque creo que conoce la respuesta. Todos. No

hay uno solo que se resista a una mirada ma. Pero ha vuelto a errar el tiro, mi amigo.

La pregunta es: a quines elijo?

Debo confesarle mi aficin por jvenes apuestos, no importando su situacin econmica. Por supuesto que cobro, pero debe entender que es un mero trmite, as sea una moneda o un mi-

lln de ellas, es algo a lo que no doy importancia.

Noto la confusin en sus ojos; no se apure, no he terminado.Ah! Cmo disfruto de las uvas y el vino preldicos, el lento despojo de prendas, pero an msdeleitarme con esos cuerpos desnudos cercanos a la perfeccin! Facciones atractivas, las mejillasenrojecidas por el alcohol y la emocin, msculos bien definidos, vientres planos, piernas fuertesque dan paso a un par de semiesferas suaves, y esa sombra de color variante que recubre al prodi-

gio de los goces ms extremos. Una vez enfrente de ellos, quedan extasiados al contemplar mi exquisitez y comienza lo que pue-de durar desde minutos hasta horas enteras. Ser honesta con usted y le confiar que obtengo el

mximo placer cada segundo.

Cuando todo se ha consumado y caen rendidos, comienza la verdadera diversin.

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De aqu en adelante no puedo relatarle con exactitud mis actos, ya que doy rienda suelta a mi ima-ginacin y rara vez sigo un patrn. Algunas ocasiones comienzo por atarlos de pies y manos, perocasi nunca amordazados. Despus corto la piel lentamente, algunas veces en lugares al azar, algu-nas otras siguiendo un camino para posteriormente comenzar el desollamiento. Otras tantas lessaco los ojos antes de cortarles la lengua. Amo los alaridos, si pudiera escucharlos comprenderael terror y la agona de aquellos miserables.

S, el placer es indescriptible, muchas veces siento que podra morir del xtasis tan violento queazota a mi cuerpo cuando extraigo sus vsceras una por una, cuando rebano sus extremidades y

juego con ellas, cuando perforo los pulmones, cuando los decapito y derramo los sesos... nunca

acabara de contarle las maravillas que he hecho.La hora de concluir se aproxima. Algunas veces dejo miembros clavados en las paredes, otras,cuando los he descuartizado, rearmo los cuerpos de forma hilarante y algunas otras esparzo sus

rganos por la habitacin. Una noche ms ha concluido, limpio mi cuerpo y caigo rendida, ansiando que las estrellas me visi-ten de nuevo.

Veo, caballero, que se ha quedado mudo. Contestando a su pregunta, me encuentro esta velada

aqu, en este baile tan recatado, debido a que mi cliente me ha invitado. Si sabe guardar un secre-to le dir que nunca haba presenciado tanto glamour, el candelabro llena de una luz tan fina quecrea una especie de encanto. No se preocupe, no me molestan las miradas desdeosas de aquellasmujeres pasendose con sus abanicos, con sus peinados la modey sus vestidos caros, bailandosuavemente la suite que toca la orquesta. Pobres de ellas, no conocen lo que yo conozco, simplesmuecas de aparador.

Amigo mo, aqu viene mi hombre a reclamar su pago y es hora de partir. S que no divulgar na-

da de lo que le he dicho puesto que me desea, no es as? Yo lo deseo tambin.Ya conoce el precio. La cuestin es: est dispuesto a pagarlo?

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11

Burn!

The flashing lights were blinding... Still, when you open your eyes, all colors have disappearedagain. Nothing but black and white to be seen. What used to be a pumping sound in the back of yourhead has now become complete silence. The smell of cold surrounds you and makes its way deep intoyour lungs. And then fear takes hold of your mind and you start going back in time and you can't seemto stop and it's killing you.

It was a wet night, one of those nights when the smell of mud and wood fills the airand it somehow brings you peace, though at that time there was only one thought insi-de your head and it was the only thing you were able to focus on. The street was emp-tier than usual but you could listen to the sounds of bodies dancing to some upbeatelectro music as you got closer to your destination. The footsteps behind you were be-ginning to get on your nerves but you didn't want to lose your temper, so you hastened

your pace. Downstairs, you waited. Suddenly, all became a blur and you instantly knewshe had arrived, the person you had come all this way for. You didnt even need totouch her. The deal was done. You walked out higher than ever and were ready to put

your strength to the test, so to speak.

Marla had already been waiting for exactly four hours and twenty-six minutes underthe cold rain, right at the corner, as she had been instructed. She now began to wonderwhether it would be better to forget about this whole business and just go home. Butthe need was greater than she had expected and she couldn't back off now, not just yet.

Your breath seems to freeze in the air and you can almost feel the tiny ice particles collapse against yourskin as they fall back down. The intensity of the colors begins to increase and something tells you to beready.

Brian woke up really anxious that day. For some reason, he hadn't expected to be thisnervous when the time came. After all, this deal meant money and he was in desperateneed of some cash, but the whole thing seemed strange and that was why he feltuneasy. Trying not to think about it too much, he got dressed and headed out the door,hoping everything would go smoothly.

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As you got lost in the night, all of your worries seemed to disappear. You wanted to ma-ke that one worth the while. It had already been too long since you last experienced so-mething so strong and now you couldn't back down. You couldn't lose any time; youhad to go face it. You really wanted to make it count.

Jessica couldn't believe her luck. She was finally heading to that secret place where she

would at last get what she had been looking for all this time. Of course it would be ex-pensive, who wouldn't charge that much for such a rare opportunity? At least that'show she saw it, because she knew other people would look down on her for doing sucha thing. Well, who cared? She was already there and the promised paradise would soonbe hers. She couldn't wait.

You made your way all across the city desperately looking for that thing. You could feelthe rush and you knew you were wasting time. You had to do it before everything wasover. It had to be done.

Marla was being escorted. She was surrounded by four of them and they were all wal-king towards that unknowable area. Her need had made her wait for another two anda half hours and it seemed like a beast was taking hold of her body. She had to compo-se herself if she was to have what she was paying for. Her body craved it.

You are now feeling numb because of the ice pressed against your cold body. Pieces of cloth that appa-rently were torn from your vest are scattered all over the snow and suddenly you become aware of theincreasing danger...

Jessica was walking downstairs in a slow-paced manner, her senses were overwhelmedand she was unable to make anything of what was going on. She only remembered the

doors opening but after that, everything faded into the kind of memories that comefrom dreams. Her heart was beginning to beat faster; she could feel her blood rushingthrough her veins and the warmth that came with this sensation was the most pleasura-ble thing she had ever felt. She kept walking downstairs.

You were about to lose your mind when you saw it. The black car was parked outside ahouse and the anticipation of what was to come made you excited. It was a matter oftime before things fell into place. You couldn't afford to wait; you had to speed thingsup. You began to scan the area...

Brian was following the map he had downloaded from that secret website he had beeninvited to join by his special friend. They had just met a couple of weeks ago but it al-ready felt like ages to him. He could remember her beauty and how he had been stolenfrom his self by its power. Then, she was talking to him in that incredibly seductive ma-nner, telling him how she had decided to go out all by herself that night, how she hadcome into this place, and then his mind jumped to the hotel room and then to the nextmorning, when she was already gone.

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The plan had been a success and now there was nothing but that last destination, theplace where you would meet a most-dreaded figure. You had to make haste, you couldalready see the monumental skyscrapers that rose from the very heart of the city and

you knew one of them would host the final encounter. The problem was you didn'tknow where your target hid, so you had to keep following them.

Her name was Rachel. She was barely nineteen. Her mother had walked out on herwhen she was a kid. Rachel was an incredibly beautiful girl. She was the type to wearblack mini-skirts that went well with the purple t-shirts she made for herself, torn in so-me very well-planned spots just to tease them all, as she would say. Her white skin ma-de her features softer and she had this air of innocence that had caught your attention.You chose her, she chose you. But you had a secret. And she was too young.

You are now running as fast as you can. You are trying to understand but how can you possibly makesense of anything if someone or something is chasing you and you can't even recall how you ended up

here? You are trying to get hold of yourself but all you can feel is the utmost necessity to escape.

Escape from what?, echoes through your mind.

Brian began to feel anxious again once he had arrived at the marked spot. He so-mehow felt wrong about what was going to take place... where? He was in the middleof a parking lot, on an empty street, outside the city, and he could not see how the who-le deal was going to work out. Maybe this time he had really screwed it up. Maybe hewanted out.

As you entered the building you were trying to come up with a plan B since you mayhave had underestimated their security. You had to avoid any direct confrontation aslong as possible. If only you could get so far as for you to succeed in planting that speci-fically-devised bomb... the rest would be easy: kill your way to the top, to him.

The place was not what it had seemed at first, it was even more frightening than hecould have foreseen but somehow Brian kept walking. Then, he felt a sudden calm andhis body was enshrouded by some very light air that gave him the sensation of mildpleasure. The doors were about to be opened and for some reason Brian knew this.Yet, to his surprise, it was not his friend who was waiting for him but a whole bunch ofothers just like her. They all made him feel exactly the way she did. Now, Brian was be-ing escorted by four of them downstairs. And then he saw a girl whom he might havemet before and who might have been called Jess and then he realized she was all tiedup and in some sort of trance and then he saw one of the females rip her throat apartwith her own teeth and then he got to his chamber and then he saw them leave andthen he feared for his life. But his was another kind of deal, as he was explained by twomales that were bringing the required devices, so he need not fear, at least not yet.

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You gave Dimitri that final blow and his head was literally rolling on the floor, but youhad to finish him completely before it was too late. You tore his arms and legs apartright before spreading the kerosene you had brought with you all over the carpet of theoffice. The city below was very calm and the little lights shone wildly through the glassas the fire began to consume the dismembered body. He had it coming. If it hadn'tbeen you, then at some point any of the human-friendly groups out there would have

discovered what Dimitri had really been up to all this time and the result would havebeen the same. Still, the satisfaction of having done it all by yourself almost made upfor what he did to her. His whole illegal business had made her become one of themand then one day she couldn't take it anymore so she let her dead body burn under therising sun; it was the only way for her to completely disappear forever. She was too

young to deal with it; her life was taken from her. Now Dimitri's whole scheme wouldburn to the ground and its secrets with it. The alarm set off, there was chaos. Thesound was deafening. You had to escape before the explosion. The flashing lights wereblinding.

You come to a halt as comprehension lets you fight your own impulses; it is not Dimitri you are runningaway from, but your own extinction. You were unconscious too long and it is almost daylight. Yet, youaccept your fate since you know you still have to pay for not telling her the truth about yourself. You li-ked her so much that you decided to lie and always keep your body warm for her, even if this meantgoing to that place every night to be injected with Dimitri's illegal fresh blood. You bought so much ofit. You sometimes even paid more to drink it directly from them. How many had you turned into whatyou were? And then one day she needed money and Dimitri's web got hold of her. Yes, you had been tooinvolved, too guilty. It is only right you met her same end.

The sun rises and a body begins to slowly consume itself in white flames. Suddenly,

they burst into millions of tiny particles that get lost in the morning air, blending withthe rest of the world, which continues its own eternal cycle.

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It Is Done

!ey had been living underwa&r for so long, sleeping restlessly, dreaming of 'e day'ey would meet 'eir maker. So in dreams 'ey fore$ld 'is rude awakening, whenReali(bade 'em go $'e forbidden land. !ey)oa&d, slumbering 'e days away,un*l 'eir s*cky eyelids revealed a bloody mass 'at a#owed 'em $see 'roughdark. !ey cracked 'eir clus&red bodies and regained con+ol of 'e wa&r.Swimming slowly, seven sis&rs search 'e Secret Sanctum, each of 'em knows a#'eri&s 'eir mas&rs require $come alive. !eir heads come out $'e surface, 'ey a#see 'ose,ozen bones ahead. Seven sis&rs perform a danse macabre. !ey dance.!ey are mad, comple&ly insane! !eir voices pierce 'e night wi'a screeching

laugh&r. !eir mas&rs taught 'em we#, 'ey were success-l in bringing back He#.

!ere is a 'under in 'e middle of 'e night, out of nowhere it came. Days are over,men wi#die, it is *me for a new genera*on $take 'is land. Pa%erns sha#repeat'emselves, 'ere is no escape,om an endless tale. New kingdoms sha#rise and fa#,wi'o'er species as 'eir leaders. New mons&rs sha#take over 'is play and a#sha#weep 'e deep despair of Mutabili(.

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Defeat

BattleafterbattleIsawnewdawns

Taintedwiththebloodoftheinnocent

Andtheguiltyaltogether;

Noremorse,nosilentweepofsympathy

Fromthesurvivorsofadeadlysin

Againsthumanity.

Isawmenfallandwomenravished,

Isawchildrensoldtoforeigncountries

Asslaves,assavages,asanimals

ThatfeedthehungerofalmightyMen

Whoseekadvantagesineverytrade,

Thosewhoseenofurtherthanthismortallife,

Annihilatingtherestoftheirkind.

Andtheyseeksolaceinpalacesandgreathalls

Filledwiththosetheyfindtobeconvenientcompany.

Whowantswhatfromwhomandhowisitgiven?

Squashingskullstheythinktheyareforgiven

Fromthetormentsofthislife

Betterthemthanmeiswhattheyrethinking

Whentheyjustifythemercilessslaughter.

Ifwecouldonlytrytoseealittlebitahead,

Justaglimpsewouldbeenoughtochangethisworld,

Forextinctioniswherewereheading.

Sopickupyouraxesandhorns!

Letthemknowyourestillbreathing,

Makeastatementofyourown,

SeekyourplaceinthegreaterschemeofthingsAndretreiveyoursoulfromwhatyouvekeptsilenced.

Stophidingyourself,showthemwhoyouare,

Forsoonthetimewillcome

Whenallthatiswillbenomore.

Allshallcomeundone.

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