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They claimed onto the hill : Batman and Egon Montezuma . Egon couldn’t believe it , and he said to Batman . “Show me that you are the Devil , showmen that you are Satan . The Prince of Darkness , Show me !! “
From the heights it was possible to see the green fields , the sweet mounds rounded like soft loaves of oats , and other masses of jet-black color . The clusters of trees in sparse groups……The pristine light of dawn was felt in Egon’s mind , and the morning light was shining intensely!…..The painter thought about Quetzalcóatl , the plumed serpent , and far away the sound so peculiar of a foghorn was heard….Around the Park of Dolores the profile of buildings was like a cut-out produced by the splendor of the Street Lights….The specter of those Victorian houses emerging in phantasmagorical colors….Far away the Bay Bridge and in the midst a thin coat of drizzle .
On the highest point of the hill by the side of the park …The Tower of Nèsle was shooting high in to the sky , and they climbed …Satan was ahead , Egon fallowed him , and was still in shock !!
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Egon thought that all this was a joke , someone dressed like Batman was trying to fool him . ” I will show you !! ” The theatrical and brooding voice of deep basso-profundo á la James Earl Jones reverberated in the interior of the crypt of the Tower’s stairway .
From the highest point they admired the magical city , magnificent , the city of the Wizard of Oz , the Fritz Lang’s ‘Metropolis’ , Herb Caen’s ‘Baghdad by the Bay ‘ , ‘ The Babylon of Plastic ’ of Eugenio de Arnal , the San Francisco of the Thousand Screams of the mad poetess….Marissa de los Charcos!
And Egon , with a shy but a firm voice said , “O Key , show me !!”
” Show you what ? ” The mysterious character answered .
” Trow yourself into the void . If you are The Prince of Darkness , Satanás El príncipe de las Tinieblas , nothing will happen to you , you won’t be hurt !!”
III
Without saying anything , Satan threw himself in front of Egon’s eyes …..Satan dropped fast into the void . Soon he was going to crash onto the ‘Pampa de Granito’ , the hard ground . Almost at the time of impact , he majestically unfolded his wings and suddenly went back in to the air , flew into the highest , doing more and more , showing off , doing a ritual like a master Blue Angel ……And now he was far, far away , he seemed like a little dot , an Eagle rara avis …..Then with an uncanny speed after a thunder was heard , he quickly came close and, arriving gracefully , landed to Egon’s right.
Egon was surprised . He had no words and with wide eyes he could hardly believe it !!
” How did you like that , kiddo ? ” The Chamuco (devil) , said to Egon while pausing . The artist was still in a stupor when the guy with the horns said to Egon , ” I will show you that I have given you The Power …. Since you signed the contract , I am your servant , O Key ?
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” Now it’s your turn , ” He continued . ” Throw yourself and you will see that from now on , you are invincible . I swear it !! Lo yuro , homo fuge !!”
After a few moments and without saying anything Egon thew himself into the void …..”HOO….hooo…this is my end !! Ya me llevó la Chingada !! Hooo….” He realized he couldn’t fly and desperately moved his arms in the emptiness , trying to fly ….and….he awoke !!
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He was in the bedroom of an elegant , wealthy house , he thought …Three beautiful women were there around his bed watching him sleep . They were dressed like nurses , but what kind of nurses ! The micro-skirts were visible short , micro-micro . Their thighs were trying to scape from them , half cold , half on fire , like surprised fish. The snow white blouses were open , to the third button , arrogantly showing part of their breasts , one more than the others ; hers were tremendous , como la Stolas . Another one smaller but nice , the last one with almost none , but with a tremendous ass!
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One was blonde , another with cinnamon-colored skin , and the third was dark , bluish dark , with straight dark hair with Golden streaks . The black one was very beautiful, like an ebony sculpture and her lips were almost white with an angelical smile . From her eyes the glitter of Luciferian light shone cachondamente with sensuality . This girls were very well chosen . The one with small breasts , almost none , was the owner of great hips , gran culo , firm , like a wrestler’s . Her muscles were well defined , sweet and erotic . On top of their heads were cute caps . They looked very professional .
Egon rubbed his eyes and said , “Where am I ?”
The one with the huge boobs said with sweet , silky little voice , kind of shay , like somebody not capable of doing evil , ” My name is Alexa Belzeboobis . The good doctor has prescribed that we should give you anything you want , so you could recuperate and pretty soon you will be fine ….She took her finger , she licked violently with her viper-like tongue and suddenly stuck it in Egon’s mouth …”Exactly as the good doctor prescribed them to me …” Egon thought .”
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He anxiously licked the finger of the bella loca . One of them continued , “Exactly…” And another “As …” Then the third , ” The Doctor has prescribed to you ….Chiquinino ” (Baby Boy). The blonde like a Raphael’s Madonna , said with a throaty , beautiful voice , ” I am Vicky , Victoria of the Angels from…She shut her mouth and in her mind she repeated , “Victoria , Victory of the Devils . Satan’s Victory . Victory of Hell . We have always won ….” And finished by saying “Damn it!!” “You are going to be a good boy , you are going to let us do everything , and you are not going to resist because at the end is exactly what you want…” “Ah , and I am Bibi . Tara Bulba , but they call me Bibi .”
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Egon finally answered , “Sopas ! Juega el avestruz ! “ (Shoot ! Let the game begin !)
It was an autumn morning ; the sun penetrated the bedroom obliquely . The temperature was nice . Not cold , not hot …Warm…Perfect !! One of the women closed the heavy brocade curtains and suddenly it was dark . They left the night lights on ; the light was dim like in Plato’s Cave and the shadows were projected on the walls and on the paintings that decorated the room so magnificently . The carved crystals of some erotic figurines on the chest of drawers launched its light in glittering beams and the eyes of those beauties as well , with piercing rays .
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Immediately Alexa took off her blouse and the huge boobs , Chichotas ! , jumped from her chest and she screamed like a she-wolf , then she moaned like a cat in heat . She grabbed and squeezed her nipples with her strong fingers and the nipples became erect , defiant and hard . She took her mane of hair and was moving in obscene ways around the bed , giving Egon her back and opening her buttocks , leaning over . And the artist freaked out !!..Tara Bulba , “Bibi”, she wasn’t going to be left out . She was envious when she saw Alexa’s huge boobs and she knew she wasn’t her match . With great strength she pulled off her blouse in one stroke and the buttons flew everywhere . One hit Egon’s face close to one of his eyes and he said , “Hojas , Petra !! (Watch out , Petra!!) , and then immediately added , “Perdon Ma ” ( “Sorry, Ma ” ) .
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He admired the “mamarian artifacts ” , shiny and coveted , the purple nipples , red and luscious ….Egon was ready to touch and then was suddenly stopped right there by the musculous fisicoculurista , and she said , “STOP!! First and foremost we will recite the great , famous “Satan’s ” Decalogue , if this is not a problem for you ? In other words , if we don’t bother you ?” Okay ?” ….And in a serious fashion , the three of them recited the famous “Satan’s Decalogue” . It was like a Gregorian chant ; parsimonious and holy as it was called for the occasion . The angelical voices of smoke and velvet ; Vicky a dramatic mezzo , Bibi a soprano spinto , and Alexaa contra-alto ….Egon was awestruck and he lost an ephemeral and early erection.
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“THE GREAT SATAN’S DECALOGUE”
1.Thou shall kill !!………..Of envy or die of laughter !
2.Thou shall fornicate !!……All the time until you ejaculate. …..blood !
3.Thou shall steal !! ……..Hearts and books and other stuff , wisely and with assurance . The great sin is to be caught , remember!
4.Thou shall pig-out like a glutton , please !!…….Only of the most exquisite and delicious foodies until you vomit !
5.Thou shall drink !!……..The best wines and liquors . The others to the drain, quick !
6.Thou shall be the prince of SLOTH ! ……Until the moment to fornicate !
7.Thou shall not work !!………Only the machines work !….Just play !
8. Thou shall dress like a prince !!……..Among the sloppy , tattered , and filthy !
9.Thou shall envy !!……The women of your fellow man , only if she is a gorgeous ass-piece !
10.Thou shall be the king of Liars ! …..This is the most difficult one , you need a lot of imagination and a formidable memory !
Good Luck !! THE GREAT SATAN , PRINCE OF DARKNESS
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XI
When the recitation ended , La Vicky , the one with the small breasts took off the micro skirt in a very sensual way . She was oscillating and teasing Egon provocatively , and then she violently showed him the the huge Mount of Venus like a triangular hairy pussy (cat) , it was like an abysmal dark well. Egon liked it very much and smiled idiotically . He hated those female genitals with only one thin strip of hair , he like them bushy peludas , he stopped reading “Playboy” only because of that , and also because over the last 30 years the people of that magazine had been retouching those beauties too much and they take out the soul and leave behind only an astringent carcas of plastic , emblematic of the geriatric “Don Juan ” hubris of Hefner , with no color or scent . As well as no imagination in their poses ….Egon had said that was the same as having a Styrofoam doll . Also he used to say that probably there is the root of that taste and obsession of many men for plastic dolls . More than pornographic is an aberration , and more than an aberration , is stupid !! Una pendejada !!.
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Now on the other hand , he likes them to shave them completely and leave only the tender flesh , supple and soft , to be devoured . Like in the case of the red-head , her vagina was hanging in jucy ruffles and was wanting…….Well that’s what Egon was thinking . He saw , than he confirmed.
La Vikina , or Vikinga , the muscle one , went to the head of the bed and she pulled some leather belts , which were embedded at the foot of the bed . She tied the wrists , the other one tied the ankles , but not too tight , she left them little bit loose so the beast couldn’t escape….Egon wanted to react but Bibi came close to him and tucked her tongue in one of his ears and said , “Look , baby , nothing bad is going to happen to you , so let us do it …”
XIII
At that moment Egon turned on the switch of his stereo recording sound that , by the way , he listens to every morning when he gets up ; it is a long recording of music that he has accumulated over the years . When he listens to The Hour of Sacred Music , broadcasted by KDFC , which formerly was KFHI.
The harmonies and choruses of these oratories of religious sacred music invades the bedroom , alcoba…The brooding voice of the Shakespearean actor Scott Beach announces ” The San Matthew ’s Passion ” and the first sounds flood the room ….Egon on his belly , they stripped him of his clothes completely and all was in dimly light , but you could see these amazonas move in that space . Their tits tremble with the movements in the beginning of this secret ceremony ( which is not so secret because you kind reader , partakes as well ). Besides not only we are seeing it , on a confortable chair The Prince of Darkness is watching through his monitor-screen from his castle on a far away planet named Uranus (it is pronounced “Your-anus”) . He was checking out how his business was doing.
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Then the jolly one , the one with the huge boobs like balloons , La Belzeboobis came close to him . She rubs the chichotas on his back and Egon feels the caress , and trembles . He feels those spheres of flesh rolling by his spine and he curls . They seem to be bouncing the long way down to the ravine of his buttocks and then to his thighs , calves , and at the end of his feet ….La Vicky , the one that tied his feet , to the left and the other to the right , she had lifted him with open legs. Egon had accepted this sacrifice . La Vickinga mounts one of his feet and rubs her hairy pussy , mono , on The Talon de Achilles , Egon’s ankle , and imitates fucking him by the foot . Egon begins smelling a strong sex odor , and his nose is engulfed and probably all the mansion-atelier ….It is penetrating the almizcle , musk of the animals in heat .
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La Bibi begins rubbing Egon’s body with roses and almond oils , her strong and talented hands slid over Egon’s asceta and rigid body , smooth and firm , specially over his marathoners runner’s legs , etc. Sometimes the sliding hand , when passing by Egon’s firm buttocks , unintentionally (?) goes down and tenderly touches the the bud of Egon’s anus , culo , and he trembles , then the hand goes under to caress the corneta , the trumpet . All this praxis is slow and nice , there is no hurry , the idea is to discover the sensuality mythicized and suppressed by hypocrisy …..And the hands of the great gong eat the time like caterpillars devour a leaf , and then the tree , and at end they eat-up the entire woods , tout le bois de Boulogne .
XVI
La Vicky and la Bibi kiss each other cachondamente , sensually , open their mouths trying to eat each other , their bifurcated viper tongues entangle and with their hands they caress and press their flesh from their boobs and buttocks . La vicky sticks one finger , then two , then almost all of her hand in Bibi’s vulva and at the same time she bites her neck obscenely , Bibi swoons and her tears roll down her cheeks , enjoying this beautiful pain …..Egon is watching and he only mumbles , “Mmmmm….” La Alexa goes down to the artist’s feet and starts licking good under them , her tongue is harsh like sandpaper but nice , this to Egon sa le encueró el chino . She drags the hot tongue up to the toes and licks them obscenely and obsessively one by one , and sucks them up to the whole foot. She sucks and sucks and with her nails starts scratching the calves’ skin with such strength , wanting to extract the sap of life with desperate lust …..One of them has gone to offer to one of Egon’s hands and offers the firm flesh of her ass . She came close and teases him and he touches the roundness , almost spherical ass . He is pleased rubbing those creamy buttocks , then goes under her ….To the tremendous , mono, vagina with no hair he introduces the fingers , the meat is wet leaking à verse …
XVII
Egon is desperate . He would like to be free and can only half-rub this nalgatorio nopaltorio , ass , culo se lame , se mastica…This ass from Pompeii that is rotting of goodness…! She starts turning in slow motion in front of the camera , and Egon introduces all the fingers but the pulgar , and now he plays with these juices that are leaking . The lubricating and lusty juices . Egon closes his eyes . Is he dreaming while awake ? …No!! The one that is on her knees is licking good ! Egon imagines that great culo , ass in such a position with the crack open and he cannot do anything . She bites sensually at times , and at times she stabs with her teeth and sucks with greed . Suddenly these fuckers (the girls) are moaning and crying , you could feel it . There is a heavy charge in the air a strong smell of fish….
XVIII
Egon is restless , trying to get free but all is with no avail . All this tension , they lick and bite , suck and kiss , they pinch him , they scratch him ! The divine sex ! Excited , passionate , it seems that the senses are going to explode . He sees how the sex opens , closes , how the breasts tremble , Egon closes his eyes , they are wet with happiness ….All this is like a very well coordinated ballet . La Vicky bites Egon’s ass and he cries with some kind of pain and pleasure , his verga , penis starts drooling and what he wants at this point is a deal , but now !! Ya !!….At some point he reaches and catches Belzeboobis because she came close to him to tell him an obscene secret : ” While Bibi gives you a blow-job , I am going to suck your ass , huh !! ” ….He catches a big boob like a balloon , like a surprised fish , the sweat had made it slippery . Nevertheless , he got it and squeezes it up until it hurts , and the crazy loca screams and shouts and laughs a course . ” Let go , mudderfucker !!Ha ha ha !! ”
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Egon let go of the purple and vibrant boob . the other one bites his toes . He moans , but endures in silence . The pain is bitter to swallow and at the end turns out to be pleasurable . The other one threw herself like a zopilote , a vulture , and with her meaty mouth like a suction devise (ventosa) lands on the nape of Egon’s neck and sucks like an anxious vampire , a thirsty killer , she nails her teeth , she wants his shit ! Obviously !….At this point the master-painter looks like a beat-up Christ , all being sucked by every inch of his body . He looks like a purple pulp of meat , and his precious blood is mounting to the point to flower from his skin . His pulsating member under his body is drooling . He raises his head and leans on his elbows , then the redhead comes and takes her place . The buttocks ( for me, please !) on the pillow , Egon has Bibi’s shaved vagina to his disposition and she opens it with her hands like hooks , trying to encounter him with aggression ! …He penetrates the mask of flesh until vexation , and sucks and likes vehemently , the juices keep coming….Wha an orgy ! He is blessed….!!
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She kept coming and he kept sucking the whole vagina like un tetine , he would like to swallow it , probably this way he can ameliorate his hunger for sex , possessing a damné femme . The redhead arches her body . She feels the supremacy of being sucked dry . All of Egon’s nerve threads are active and he desperately breathes , but soon he farts from his efforts to contain the orgasm . La Belzeboobis exclaims from the other side of the bed , ” Saco Café !! ” (?)
Egon is surprised , but he doesn’t say anything (?) .
The strong Almizcle odor makes egon swoon . How exciting ! he wants all this to keep going for ever ….La Vicky moves back and manages to scape and Egon remains anxious , his bonds don’t let him to do more . La Vicky is la vicious one , she is the one with the hard breasts . That’s why they call her ” The Chyna ” The one with blond hair like bronze . The one with blond hair and the eyelids of mother of pearl , with her lips like rubies . The one who was showing sharp teeth so white and the tongue red- purpura , like blood , imperiously pushed Belzeboobis aside and said , “It’s mine !”
XXI
She starts licking his legs and goes up slowly , sucking and bitting the flesh slowly deliciously . Sometimes she is tender and sometimes rough , but all this is part of an infinite plan of craftiness . The psychological state of the artist , Egon Montezuma , is that he doesn’t know how all this is going to finish , and this is very interesting …..The tender kisses prying ….suddenly with her tongue and teeth strong hands , her nails stab the artist’s buttocks and he endures when he feels his flesh ripped by those fine daggers . He feels the hot viper’s tongue making some kinds of circles , like a snail , up to when she reaches the rose of the skin , the culo, again and again in an obsessive vibration . Her nails stab again and again and the tongue tries to get into the meaty hole , and she goes back and try again , biting , prying , sucking …. All the while Bach’s music sounds vigorously like in a submerged cathedral . The choirs voices , the sounds of “St. Matthew’s Passion ” rapture him and he closes his eyes full of tears …The divine pain….
XXII
At that moment crazy Victoria captures maestro Egon Zuma’s anus and sucks and sucks , trying to take out his rectum !! Egon’s penis keeps drooling , but nobody touches it , it is forbidden , verboten anathema !! This is a diabolic game . Watch out !! It is Anathema !! Cuidadéte !! …..”Finish me off !!” Please , I beg you for the one and all !!” Egon was begging , and these girls playing dumb , as if they didn’t hear anything . La Vickinga was there entangle in the middle of young maestro Egon’s buttocks . “What did you said ? ” She said in English , and Egon again said , ” Please finish me off !!” ” Give it to me !! Denmelo !!” …..It was almost three hours when at last la Belzeboobis pushed Vicky to the side . She moved in a certain way and took the beautiful penis of the artist and started to suck it like a baby lamb . She sucked the head with a certain easiness . She takes the chafalote , brings down the skin of zapa to the bottom without touching it with her teeth and starts her Magna-Opus in and out , from the top to the bottom . With one hand she squeezes the instrument so the blood swells the chompira’s head red-purpura , then into her throat , deep throating . With the other hand she squeezes the Yeovaba testicles , am I explicit ! All this madness that cures everything ……
XXIII
He starts coming , he arches his spine , twists , his movement is short end desperate , the orgasm is coming in a cataclysm of involuntary convulsions , like divine epilepsy …..He has come totally and the she-devil sucks and sucks and swallows big gushes of divine semen from the young Aztec maestro , and she keeps sucking until Egon nearly faints ….When La Vicky leaves the instrument (verga o penis or whatever) , the instrument , the stud , is still hard and pulsating . The red-haired Bibi sees it and opens wide her big green eyes and she throws herself fast to suck it as well . She picks it up and violently puts it in her mouth and sucks and sucks . She brings the capote of Zapa up and down fast , fast …And this verga pendeja , stupid thing starts losing its hardness up to the point that all that magnificent hardness is lost ….La Belzeboobis notices how clumsy her sisters are and goes and says to them ” Move over , you don’t know anything about this business !! ”
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She comes with a red stick of rosewood that she had in a fine mahogany suitcase that was lined in Mizifuz skin , pure alley cat . It was only for emergencies . This devise is very special , as effective as the Russian-Ray , but different .
Specifications : About one meter , 10 cm in length , one end thicker than the other , very well varnished with clear lacquer .
The handle lined with chamois deer skin for confortable fit in the hand .
It had a small notch at about 13cm , and the final touch .Some kind of glove for security .
The thorns very sharp . Ad – Doc !
IMAGINARY RADIO ” well , what about the Russian-Ray ?? ”
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“The Russian-Ray ” is a bicycle spoke which very delicately is introduced through in the rectum and goes through to the urethra up to the tip of the gland , Okey? As it is , it could be said , ” Getting by the hole and coming out through the idem , Okey ? ” ….La Belzeboobis takes this whip . She looks at it and smiles . Suddenly , violently , she discharges it on the artist’s buttocks . You can hear the buzz , how it cuts the air regardless of Bach’s music . Zooom !! And then the blow !! Zaz !! One , zap , !! Two , zzz , !! Three !! And Egon shrinks , and zaz !! Zaz !! And Egon utters , ” Aghh…! Aghhh! …..Then harder and harder , La Pinche Belzeboobis discharges all her wrath (?) , ” Aghhh… Agh…! ” ….The Maestro starts bleeding , but she is hard on Egon’s buttocks and back , some bloody marks appeared there is no doubt the maestro has cocodrilo skin and poets soul , but the discharge keeps coming….Aghh !! Agh..!! The other two had stopped their lascivious caresses and watched afraid what was happening , se les encueró el chino , goose bumps all over , they are absorbed frozen scare . They thought they were going to be beaten , scoured , as well . They smile , turn their eyes , shrug their shoulders , and continue caressing , bitting , licking , and inserting a beautiful dildo themselves ….Aghh !! …Aghh..!!
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Miraculously , Egon’s stud starts getting hard and the blows fall without mercy again and again . Egon thinks about the resurrection of the flesh and the perdurability of life….Aleluya !! Aleluya !! ” Agh !! Agh !! The maestro starts bleeding , but he is hard and suddenly La Belze stops and quickly grabs the peshcue penis . She brings down the capote skin and takes it to her mouth and now starts chewing it in avery sensual way . Egon moans painfully , but is a very axquisite pain ….La Vicky has Bibi . She takes her by her little ears and rubs her against her vagina in violent way . Bibi starts sucking and licking . La Vicky opens wide and the clitoris is pulsated out . La Bibi catches it and sucks , but sucks hesitantly . La Vicky brings her on , forcing her (?) . Every body cries like coyotes in heat . La Belze wants to make to make the artist come again and keeps pressing him and accelerates her job , puta !! Whoa !! What energy of these fuckers !! They want to turn him into a pulp of shit !!
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At this point it is very painful , and he cannot come again . They had turned the ceremony into madness !! If , at one point , they were beautiful at the beginning , they had turned themselves into horrible witches and bitches , their faces have turned as masks of an obscene Aquelarre , diabolic and grotesque ; the transfiguration of these animals is impressive ; they drool this green bile and their eyes burning coals , blazing red , luminous in the darkness . The muscles in high tension , exacerbated , they are possessed and make this spectacle depraved , obscene !! Erotomaniacs , lubrication femmes with uterine furor , capable of sucking the semen , the blood , and shit of their victim ; the defenseless artist ; obsessed by the divine ass !! ….Suddenly La Vicky stops . Upset , she left Bibi because she thinks Bibi is so prude (?) . She moves Belze to the side and goes to the end of the bed where , from a small bag covered with rhinestones , she pulls out something which she harness around her waist and muscular thighs . She emerges from the shadows with a bestial prosthesis , so realistic ; a huge penis made of black rubber a purple head and the body showing blue nervous veins , the hair bushy , but silky , soft ….real ? I don’t know . She fits it properly , she puts on some lubricant-some grease she found somewhere , probably the one used to keep the brushes in good condition .
XXVIII
Egon is standing in that zone , like in Limbo and feels the muscular hand of La Vicky , the one who is called ” La Chyna ” . She teases his anus , chico , and Egon keeps still for a moment , expecting , (?) . La Vicky runs her finger and she feels how easily it slides by that abysmal ravine , the buttocks of Master Ego . She feels that crater of Egon’s gesticular and alive flesh and she does it again , then probes the prosthesis and pushes it ; and Egon reacts and says , ” What are you doing ?? ” That Bitch ; Victoria de Satanás keeps pushing and gives Egon an energetic push , then Egon reacts angrily , saying , ” Nooo !! Sonabaniche , mudderfoker !!! ” Wawww is a huge instrument …Magnificent , bestial …But inhuman . And in another push , the thing enters up to midway and she wants to keep pushing so she can start pushing guts …Egon is desperately fighting , he wants to scape and tries again, but the fucking whore , Victoria , the one who is nickname La Chyna ; the bitch is strong and compulsive and at the time she gives up , they are sweating , there is blood and snot all over . Egon finally escapes from one of the shackles and with his left hand he gives a blow , an upper-cut to La Vicky and she flies off with the prosthesis and ends up on the floor , dizzy . On the floor , on the zebra skin . Bibi and Belzeboobis are entangle in a sixty-nine , away from the drama of the artist and Victoria . The sixty-nine they are doing is passionate and they agonizingly chew each other’s clitoris while th Stabat Mater of Rossini is heard over the speakers ….in full force !!
XXIX
When Vicky falls on the other side of the bed she stays there , seeing stars . Egon is free with one hand , and then with the other , and then with his feet . He is excited and he wants to use that momentum . Almost trembling with huge erection he goes and takes some lubricant from the one that is leaking on or by the side of the zebra skin and smears some on this thing . Bibi has her ass at the end , up . Egon rubs some on hers and he feels the hungry anus , alive and pulsing , She is giving head to Alexa , who is on her back eating La Bibi . She points the thing , tatema , of this tremendous , chilacayote penis and pushes and enters very easily , but he is anxious and pushes in a violent way . La Bibi utters a painful , “Ouch !! ” Then , more carefully , Egon starts to push the chafalote thing , and fucks her ass , first slowly in a sweet way , then he accelerates until he unleashes his frenzy , the one of the manic maestro .
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La Belzeboobis is underneath and sees how the Egon Zuma’s or Zumo’s pilgrim’s penis gets in and out , but she easily does a good head with her tongue and closes her eyes with pleasure and thanks Satanás she is holding Bibi’s thighs . when Egon unhooks himself by one of those frenetic moments , La Alexa quickly catches Egon’s penis with her mouth . Egon grabs her by the ears and keeps fucking her mouth until he comes in a very painful and startling way . She keeps sucking and moving around the head , around and around , she wants to extract all the possible semen . She is a fucking vampire and the orgasm is painful , and Egon trembles in some kind of divine epilepsy until he unhooks himself and falls and faints on the bed . He is there still , his penis is bleeding …..The camera pans away and you could see that the puddle keeps growing ….The blood starts to leak from the bed’s border …..Now the zoom-lenses come close and we can hear the drip….drip….
Several hours have passed and finally Egon opens his eyes , he is all alone ….Like in some kind of fog he barely remembers the images ,he dreamed ? Or that really happened ?
XXXI
” But where are those goddesses ? ” He asked himself .
The curtains have been opened , it is nighttime …..He staggers as he gets up . there is a little light on the little nightstand . Then he turns on another one , and in the center of the nightstand a little card and a piece of parchment paper . He notices the the lacquer seal in red and a hosts of phrases , then he brings a stronger light and reads :
” Tara Bulva ‘Bibi’ ”
” Victoria de los Angeles del infierno ”
Victory of Hell’s Angels
Alexa Belzeboobis
Then in big letters :
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” OPERATIONEM SATANAE IN OMNI DECALOGI “
MACTABIS ! ………DE INVIDIA AUT MORI FACIAS RISU !
TU FORNICARI ! ……OMNI TEMPORE , DONEC EXPULTRICE SANGUINE !
NON FACIES FURTUM ! …..CORDA , LIBRIS ET ALIIS EFFRCIO , ET SAPIENS ERIT : ET CUM FIDUCIA . QUOD MAGNUM EST , EXCIPIEN DUM FAMULUM
TUS US-SICUT GULOSUS , QUEM MISSURUS ES ! …..TANTUM DELECTAMENTUM FOODIES DONEC TE EVOMERE EX EXQUISITISSIMIS !
BIBIS ! ………OPTIMA VINA ET LIQUORS . ALII AD SECESUUM , CITO
TU ERIS PRINCEPS IGNAVIA ! ……..USQUE AD TEMPUS UT FORNICARENTUR ………!
NON OPUS ! …….MACHINAS OPERAS TANTUM ! JUST LUDERE !
NON INVIDIOSUM ! …….VESTRORUM VIR ET MULIER , SI PARS ALBA EST ASINUS ;
ET TU , ET QUASI PRINCIPI HABITU ! ……..INTER SORDIDUS , LACERIS SQUALIDIIS ET TETRIS !
REX ERIS MENDAX ! …….EST DIFFICILE . VOS POSTULO UT IMAGINATION ET MEMORIA MULTUM !!
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FORTUNA !! MAGNA SATAN PRINCIPEM TENEBRARUM
SEAL SIGNATURE
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Egon doesn’t accept this , but there are many questions he asks himself . ” It was a dream ? Or a dream within another dream ? “…..The moon hangs marvelously like a specter , like a pale medallion burning in the indigo-blue of the sky ……She is there : perpetual , watching him with her magic nimbus ….After he read the almost hermetic text he said to himself , ” Ah , El Chamuco !! ” (Ah , the Devil !!) . When he has turned the main light on , he keeps reading the details , some unknown and some familiar but different . The bed is huge . He removes the covers and notices that the sheets are stained with blood . Suddenly he feels some pain in his back , and he can’t move or bend . He touches his abdomen near his hip and mumbles . “Ouch !!” Besides there is blood leaking from his penis , and the smell of nardos and jasmine and of sex , a very strong odor of fish , mixed together ……That’s true , he recognizes some things ; it is his studio-atelier ; his “solar-bubble” , ivory tower , house of the sufferers , ora pro novis …..But every thing has changed . His loft was modest , small , and now is a luxurious bedroom , even the sheets are of linen , the cover of goose-feather down , the thick cashmere cover , etc. The erotic figurines over the dresser are now more in number and variety .
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Some are Japanese , ivory , bronze ; some are from Mesoamerica ; Moche from Perú ; some Lalique in cut cristal , melted and carved . His black silk robe with red dragons is the same , but has never been more full-fashioned , etc….His servant Soberanes , was his tailor , proxeneta , and MC . He saw him in the studio ordering some drawings , moving some canvases . Egon carried himself like in a dream . He felt some emptiness in his chest and then some anxiety , his eyes were wet …..Without hesitation he asked ’ him ’ , ” Soberanes , what are you doing ?? ” Soberanes didn’t answered , he was caught in the act , he was masturbaiting in front of an erotic painting where a centaur was raping Nayade one of the ninfas of the woods . The Maestro understood and let Sobe finish his business . This was not the Soberanes he had last seen when the tailor fixed a silk coat for him , this was the Soberanes that he knew many years ago , this was a Soberanes who was a dashing , svelte , kind servant , but with dignity ; this was different , but , at the same time , the same .
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Soberanes collected himself and answered , ” Master I am here to serve you and help you , by the way I have prepared a succulent and rich dinner for vosotros (you) ! ” Okey Soberanes , don’t say ’vosotros’, you and I have known each other for years .” …..” Anything you say , maestro . Whatever ! …..He turned around soberbio , kind of bothered , petulant (?) …..The girls had left about 18 or 20 hours ago . Egon got fresh up but perplexed , The blood on the bed worried him . Maybe he ate them? “But how ? Como , Romo ? ” He recalled his coat of arms , the one he has on the gold ring on his pinky finger , the symbol that reveals and says what he is and what he will be ; the sign of his destiny is there , cloistered in that piece of jewelry .
And the imperative ,
Ut Potero
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Egon went into his bathroom , turned on the hot water and left it running for some minutes , the vapor made the mirror foggy . Basically , everything was the same but different . He saw clearly when the foggy dissipated some wounds on his chest and neck (?) . Lacerated with red hickeys and bites as if done by vultures or hyenas or güitres . The space was bigger , the faucets from the bathroom sink were golden , elegant , the water had more pressure and the fluxus was forceful , even . He felt the exquisite fragrance and perfume of the Magnum soap , which is like an enormous , gigantic black egg ; precisely like those fine soaps that usually enjoyed when he was entangled with La Contessa Erika Farnsmayer . His towel was embroidered with avery stylized baroque E . He was still suspended in another realty that was not his reality ; he remembered …..Was it a dream , or a real reality ? Sometimes life pulls us out abruptly from scenario into another that is totally different . Was this the case ? He penetrated into his memory and went into places and remote compartments ; he pulled out utileries and props from other scenarios and remembered ……
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He had signed a contract with the unnamed , he remembered how it happened , all that : The Celebration of the Burning Man , or was he The Burning Man ? And was Satan the Burning Man ? And Zarina ? …He remembered that after the celebration in Soma …..He came out of the shower and put on his black towel robe . He dried himself , turn on the drier , and applied the warm air to his hair , his hair like silver threads belonging to a swan that swims on waters of origin …..and ash . He applied some Derma cream to his beautiful hands and face and looked to his rictus of inquisitiveness ….He took one of his Meerschaum pipes and loaded with a mixture of Cavendish and Flying Dutchman . He packed the tobacco and then lighted it with the Dunhill that Zarina had given to him as a gift . The aroma of the tobacco in fusion went up to his nose and the smoke was kept still in the air like a floating miasma ….
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The Malvaviscos dropped Zarina at her house and he preferred to walk …..And he walked by streets and streets from La Mariposa ; he found wet alleys and the feeling was of solitude , like in The Labyrinth …..There was not a soul in those lugubrious streets . He was like a lost soul , in a gothic city . The Fog . The dim lights from the mercury light posts and the shadows were dissolving in the fog like in London . He had his hands in the pockets of his unsewn trench coat made of Zapa skin , styled like a McFarland topcoat …..Far away the foghorns were heard , making us conscious that this drama is developing , happening in a peninsula where vessels cross the tenebrous waters like in a Styx lagoon ….Threatened by the fog and cliffs …He kept walking , went up streets , and his heart beat accelerated . He reached the Panhandle from Golden Gate Park and went back , following his own steps in concentric circles . The gigantic trees look like menacing monsters and the drizzle was hitting his face without mercy ….
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He came across an individual that he recognized with difficulty . He was Herb Caen , enveloped in a Burberry trench coat and a Tirol hat . He was using a cane and he barely greeted him , saying , “Hi Herbie !! ” ….” Hi ,” He answered , and burped like el negro Villavicencio . Herbie was probably drunk like a skunk ….Egon was fixated with the lights at the other side of the magical city , he saw the Aurora Borealis . Suddenly he was in an open space where there were trees , hills with grass , well taking care off , well manicured . The perfume of Mandragora the azaleas was in the pure air from the Bay . He saw the vapors moving in up in the cold night , coming from the sewer . It was the breathing of a city that sleeps …..He stopped for a moment behind the profile of some dwarf palm trees and he saw a little light . Suddenly he thought that this light was already registered in his mind ; he saw this light when he dropped , dompeó , Zarina , then when they crossed Divisadero , it was reflected on the glass of the show windows and display cases . He tried to be protected from the borrasca, the drizzle that was falling unstoppably like an eternal shrewd .
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His trench coat made of Zapa skin was drenched in water , that coat have survived many battles , it was a gift from the noble Dame Gabrielle Brückner . He tucked his hands , into his pockets and with one hand he squeezed a little hard rubber ball to calm his nerves and exercise his powerful hands ….He passed in front of Cathedral de los Dolores in the Mission Quartier . He heard the the watering system on the middle grass patches on the Boulevard de Dolores an saw the water being wasted miserably . He saw the little light again like a laser dot . ” How strange ! This is too much ! ” Then he saw it from the highest point of the hill at Dolores Park . The light passed through very close to him and then went away . It emerged and turned around . He followed it with his sight , and then didn’t see it again …..At last , suddenly it was close to him . Was it a taxi ? The form was strange , rare . Was it a Lamborghini or a Citroen ? He couldn’t know right away….The door opened and he was pushed inside like by a spell . Egon sat and looked ; it was Batman at the wheel ….
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He saw the little standing ears . Egon suddenly tremble , he was scare !! It was the DEVIL !! Egon saw the horns , how they were twisting more and more by the second …..And ….With non-appetite he ate the wonderful , succulent waffles à la Diabla that Soberanes had prepared with butter , maple syrup , and walnuts , and coffee very strong – super strong with heavy bearings (?) , cargado hasta con balines , (?) . He didn’t see Soberanes anymore . He remembered that Sobe had barely said , ” Good night , excellency . I’ll see you tomorrow ! ” and he had evaporated …..He lighted the Meerschaum pipe again with the face of Sor Juana carved on the bowl , and the thread of smoke followed him , and suddenly , ” Wwwoww …..!! ” He was in awe !! He couldn’t believe it . His studio-atelier was the same but bigger . There were canvases ordered one on top of another . They were organized by size . Then big easel ! And on it an enormous canvas covered by a white piece of cloth …..
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He came close , afraid , temeroso , sotemero , and with one stroke he pulled off the cover and was stupefied , astounded !!! CUADRADO !!! It was a painting that he had painted many years before and now it was right there , it was ” The Blue Angel ” . It was conclusive . The sign returned again , to face him , and he couldn’t scape from his DESTINY …. This canvas was the manifestation of who Egon Montezuma was . Who he was and what he will be . He didn’t want to describe it . It was too revealing . There were tables with several jars on them , and they were filled with brushes ; small , and big ones , medium and some very fine camel and of Marta and Windsor hair , of Maria’s hair , Isobey , Grumbacher , etc. And paint , oils, and watercolors , acrylics . The oil color tubes were abundant . He notices the brands : Talens , Le Franc , Windsor Rembrandt , and he saw the rolls lining on the wall . It was something impressive . He had no choice but to paint and paint until he defecated blood with paint .
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But where was all this coming from ? He was bitten by curiosity and went to check the canvases which were lined up against the wall . He checked one by one , they were already in-progress , half done . Some charged with textures , the surfaces were rich with matter . Other ones were covered with lines like coordinates cutting the space . Other with stains or figures only sketched as if they were only waiting to be adjusted and finished . But the solution on the main subject was already pinpointed . The lighting system with the Croma-50s fluorescent lights were arranged in a different way , but was the same , somehow ….He lighted his pipe again with the Dunhill , the glorious pipe with the Str Juana carving …..He always wanted to buy fine brushes , and when he went to an art store like Flax or Pearl , he always found exorbitant prices for these fine brushes . They were from $100.00 and up , it was incredible and hideous . Now his jars were full , overflowing , and he smiled …..
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Another new thing : There was a skylight in the ceiling . It was very strange ; his studio-atelier was situated in the lower part of the first floor . How was this possible ? ….It was nighttime and you could see the autumn dawn , pale light in the red sky . He observed the mechanism of the heavens and the asteroids turning ….Everything was strange . He went close to the main door to the street . After he crossed the studio there was a division . He saw and smelled the new red cedar door , elegant and impressive . On the floor there were four letters with different envelopes and he leaned and picked them up . He looked at them and read , ” Maestro Egon Montezuma .” It was from the city . On the one before the last he read , ” Admirable Maestro Egon Zuma ” . The first one was from a young woman who he barely knew in the magical city here in san Francisco , with whom he had a mini affair of only few weeks . She took as a souvenir his bronze penis which he had on his keychain . It was his favorite talisman .
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The second letter was from the San francisco Opera , where they were thankful for his subscription and they were telling him that the Opera season was already in full swing . The third one was from a young kid that approached Egon at an art show . He wanted to be an artist-painter and wanted some advise from Egon and was finally writing him and confessed to Egon that he was not a baron , but a baroness and that her real name was Darya Chernoff , and also that she had always been afraid of being raped by a manic horny artist (?) Besides she was afraid of love . The four letter was from his mother . After the greetings and advise she was sending him a roster of artists that she thought were of merit , and the other ones ; the Alcornoques Zuma’s Mother List , It was a long list . She was asking how it was possible that so many Alcornoques were taking seriously as artists . And she was making comparisons and explaining how few people knew how to enjoy art , specially the art of painting .
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Egon was impressed by what his mother had said in that long letter . Obviously it was an essay about the myth in the arts , and she said “Nothing, if not Critical !” Her criticism was falling like Democles ’ sword on so many heads and was concluding that she would publish that list and observations . So many emotions , so many mysteries and interrogations …..He was thirsty and wanted to see if there was any juice or mineral water with bubbles . He use to say that he was paying for the bubbles . He opened the fridge door and was again surprised . It was full of food : meat , foul , cheeses , fish , etc. But how ?….Soberanes appeared like a phantom . His face was white with flour and he was wearing white gloves . He was enveloped in his red tuxedo and he had a small red ball on his nose . His hair was frizzled red , it was a wild wig . Poor Sobe he had been bald since early age and had a collection of wigs .
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Yes ! They were made of artificial material ; some were exaggeratedly big , or exaggeratedly small , and in extravagant aberrant styles ! Egon recalled the first time he saw Soberanes wearing a wig . He was wearing a golden wig with corkscrew curls and he had asked him if he was “Nuts ? ” ….It was very early in the morning , a foggy autumn morning , cold …. The leaves were probably falling from the trees and soon they would be crushed underfoot . The autumn falling at the passing of the days ….He thought . ” Maestro I went to buy the necessities for the week . Got your order from the note on the refrigerator and immediately I went far away until I reached the Rainbow ….Grocery !!”
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Egon was still astounded . He had not been able a subscription to the Opera , he always went to the standing room , an he knew everything about that . He had been very careful to buy his groceries , always trying to save money , and now the refrigerator was overflowing . His butler , Soberanes , was not only his servant , driver , handyman , and security guard . Sobe was also his proxeneta , but how ? He was surprised that he had no scruples and said to himself , ” So be it ! ” He had no SOUL !! But what did it mean , not to have a soul ? Things seemed the same . Now , it seemed as everything which was there was there only to take it , everything !! It was like getting into another skin , like if suddenly one is touched by divinity , but from the inside out , and overturned !! ….He opened another letter , one which he hadn’t noticed was there . It was from La Zarina Hoffmannstahl , who called him ” Monte ” , ” Monte here !” ” Monte there !” “Monte fuck me as you only know !” She used to said to him and everything was recorded in a small diminutive recorder that Egon use to take to those sessions of sweat , sex , and blood .
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The temperamental , gracious , and diminutive Shulamita with that beautiful pair of nalgas , buttocks and small but hard tits . Zarina , the one whose beauty everybody celebrated , and the resemblance to La Taylor . Zarina the one who talks in a sophisticated way and says , ” Monte , kiss me !! ” and opens her mouth (trompita) .And Egon use to kiss her copiously and introduce his tongue in her mouth so she could suck it sensuously ….Egon used to love her because of her her cedar of Lebanon sex smell , and her mane of hair like little black lambs , so much of her head as well as her sex , that when that when he opened the contrast of her labia was resplandecent red like a thunder of blood . Her mother of pearl skin , it was not white as papar , but it was like rose’s delicate color and the texture creamy smooth , like silk . Her eyesbrows remarkably abundant of great character and her small nose barely curved . Her big eyes like avellanas of a changing color with sparkling rays of green brilliance . Her eyelashes abundantes of ensoñación , exactly like La Taylor , ” deep black , framing the light of her olive pupils “. But all that was already in the past …..
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He didn’t even wanted to read it . He crushed it and threw it into the fire place where the perennial fire was everlasting …..From day on , from that experience that left him impressed on one hand and on the other confused , he couldn’t know where tp start . His studio-atelier looked and felt bigger an all these happenings perplexed him ….Suddenly the phone rings (now it’s woking , and he is surprised ) . He picks it up and the voice and the voice that he hears says, ” Maestro Zuma , we know that you bought the building situated on Mission St . at the corner of 14th . Street . We’re offering our services , our expertise in AC conditioning and the installation of systems functioning according to your needs and ideas . I am the CEO of the company “Zurita and Toyo Engenering Unlimited . My name is Ives Ishiguro Toyo and Dr. Moreau urged me to talk with you ASAP ….” Oh yes , yes we are friends ! ” Egon is pleased to know Mr . Toyo and also to know that he is recommended by the physician . ” How would you like for us to meet at the end of next week ? I have to make a list of the most important needs , Mr Ishiguro . What about breakfast at the Sheraton at 8:30 next Friday ?
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Mr, Ishiguro answers , ” I am delighted . I will be there . Thanks Master Zuma ! ” At that moment is already early morning . Soberanes picks up the left overs from the dinner that he prepared for his boss , Egon barely ate anything . He was excited . He came out of his dwellings at Calle Pájaro and decided to go to see the building , the of which he had dreamed since he arrived in san Francisco and had seen it for the first time …..He walks several blocks on Valencia St . after he passes 17th . Then , when he turns on Calle 14th …Woaww….!! The enormous bulk of edifice shoots into the impressive heights . Egon cames close , full of excitement and sees when he touches the red-black old bricks . And he observes the patina ….Then he turns around and goes to the main gate ….The metal curtain runs upward and he hears the metal bearings and hinges making a painful sound because they had beeb abandoned for too many years . He sees Basilio coming down the stairs . When he is close , he says , ” Maestro , we have been waiting for you since early this morning . They told us that you would be here today . ” Basilio , who asked you to came ? ” Egon asked.
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” Señorita Elena asked me to came . She said that Soberanes urged her to gather your cabinet , and Karla will be here soon . It seems that she has an appointment with Dr. Moreau , I think they live together , who knows ? Zeus Pérez has been here several times . He said that your yacht is ready to start doing the modifications and changes that you want . He also said that is anchored in Sausalito next to the Spinaker . There’re so many people who want to talk to you . What shallop we tell them ? ” ” The engineer Ishiguro has came to see the building and said that the first and foremost thing is to do a retrofitting for the quake , that we are specking the ” Big One ” soon !!” The attorney Joe Bravo also got instructions by a letter in which Zuma asked him if it was possible to take care of his legal situation . He wanted his response in writing . ( this happened before the incident when Bravo betrayed Egon , and cost him a lot of money , then Bracamontes came to Egon’s rescue (?) . But that’s another story .) ….At that moment Egon was entering into another skin , the one that could do anything , ANYTHING !! Or almost anything . And he was realizing that little by little and , at the same time , fast . He said , “First and foremost I have to keep my discipline . Run , run so I can think and made the most appropriate decisions to unfurl the infinite plan of taking my artwork to all places of the planet , the Mondo Cane . I will review all the sketches , all the short hand garebatos of the drawings and scribbles that I have made regularly for many years ….”
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“Adding the ones that I have made when I am on the phone or when I’m stalled in the hell of clogged traffic of the fokin Bay or when I’m sitting on the throne (can) and now I Am sitting on the throne , and as a good monarch I have to act wisely . I am Moctezuma III and this will be an egocentric attitude . The plus Egoncentric attitude . The plus egocentric , because the artist’s egoism gives way to legacy ” ….He thought about Mozart , Wagner , Caravaggio , Picasso , Cézanne , for whom art was a matter of life and death . Klee , the divine Marquis , Cuevas , Tamayo , Fuentes , Orozco . Nevertheless , there is a fine line between the positive egoism and the other one ; stupid , sterile , petulant , arrogant , empty . And we have to watch out !! A lot of them (the stupid) reach that ivory tower , and soon they lost the compass and they don’t see farther than than their own navels and disappear into nothingness . We know that nothingness is SHIT !! Right Carlos ? La Ecuanimidad , the balance , it is very difficult ! It is a challenge!! ”
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In those mornings Egon was running full of energy and enthusiasm , he was preparing himself to get into The Big Time and was creating his most ambitious works . He will take them to all the museums of the world and he will buy all the critics . He used to say that the only difference between one art critic and another was the price . That the only art critics that he respected were Wolfgang Amadeus Hadda , Robert Hughes and Octavio Paz and besides these , his great trust is in those critics who are artists as well , who had the experience of use with their hands the materials as : from the almost holy discipline of sketching and then to apply paint in any manner or with brushes , oil , water etc. all that is concrete and as well the writing , the reckoning of the whole creative experience . He was aware of the others ; the traffickers with phony art-critic tittles who know how to manipulate agendas or ideologies . They turn acolytes or enemies at will or by whim . There were too many things to do ….
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That Friday was here and he showed up at the foyer of the Sheraton Hotel and asked for Engineer Ishiguro Toyo , the CEO of Zurita and Toyo Engineering ltd . The hotel’s Maître D said that Mr. Ishiguro was already waiting in the dining room . The notes from a melody from Satie was in the ambiance , somebody was at the piano playing it with a commercial sensitivity . That morning Egon was dressed in a sporty way ; light khaki Dockers , an Izod white polo shirt with the small green crocodile on the left side , a light jacket of gray-brown chamois , and his beige Reeboks . He was showing health and energy , ambition !! He crossed the foyer and walked straight to the space full of plants where the light was falling diaphanously from the sky light . November , everything was shining . Eric Satie made him remember Paris , L”Hotel de la Paix .
Mr Ishiguro stood up from his confortable chair and walked towards Egon when he saw him . He reached for the artist’s beautiful hand . “how do you do ? ” “Nice to meet you ! ” ” Mr Zuma , please allow me ! ” Thanks Egon replied ….They sat . At that time a courteous waiter asked Egon if he wanted coffee and Egon said , “please ! ’
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Mr. Ishiguro said , ” I have checked the building , We should make some structural reinforcements , enough resistance for ” The Big One ” . Our architect Jonadaff Velasco and structural engineer Perico Grüenwald are working on the blue prints so we can have an idea of the dimensions and conditions . My controller , Mr. Baxter , is in charge of making an inventory of the things we will do for starters . I think that in ten days we can deliver a complete analysis of the time and cost . Tou should tell us how you see the realization of your plans . In other words , how di you want to use the space ? ” ….”Mr. Ishiguro , I am grateful of your interest . I know that Dr. Moreau has great admiration for you and I know that the works that you have accomplished in the Bay Area are not make with saliva and are proof of your innegable capacity !” ” Thanks ! ” Mr. Ishiguro answered . And Egon continue …” At the time I see the blue prints I will tell you exactly how I want to divide the building’s space …..” He paused and continue . ” So you can have an idea , I will tell you in a few words what is for use , of great importance ! ”
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He took a little spoon and pinched in the sugar which was offered in a small ceramic bowl . Egon couldn’t avoid watching and reading how the engineer of Toyo Unltd . Was dressed . His jacket in gabardine olive-green and a shirt in an indigo-blue that kind of the architects ’ plans , a yellow necktie with a minuscule , tiny knot …. He made a pause and Egon continued , ” In these past days I have been in almost all the departments of the building . We have to demolish some walls to open certain spaces , close others , and so forth ….Make a general cleaning , you have my authorization to contract personnel . We have to fix the windows , put storm glass on them , of course , check the electrical system , water and sewer as well. There’re too many things to do . This building has been abandoned for some many years . We will talk about other things that I want ; a restaurante , galleries for art exhibitions of sculptures , paintings , graphics , photography and video , etc. , film , theatre ….Studios for the creation of these disciplines . ”
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Egon started to get excited to giving his idea to Mr. Ishiguro of how ut would be the most ambitious center for the arts in America … When the beautiful black waitress-not-black kind of bluish-black handed over the menus and asked them if they would like more coffee ? Egon was astounded . He tried to recognize her , had he seen her before? She was incredible beautiful . Her eyes were transparent and had straight hair with golden streaks . Her blue cap complemented her uniform . The incredible spherical breasts seemed to the point to breaking loose from the white blouse with the pale blue decorative line , as well , the small light blue apron and the back skirt ….a very simple gold chain with diminutive pearls like a constellation was on her chest and the spontaneous smile showing those perfect white teeth , the pale rouge ….The high heels were showing a sculptural figure and the focus on the magnificent part of buttocks nalgas , but not exaggerated , something nice . The elegant legs , the hands well taking-care-of , her movements elegantes as well . When she crossed her sight with Egon’s sight , she coquettishly winked at him . Egon said , “Thanks !”
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The waiter showed up to take the order and the artist said , ” Boiled eggs and toast ” . ” What kind of toast ? ” The corpulent red-haired German waiter asked . Egon said , ” Pumpernickel ! ” And added , ” No butter on the toast , please . ” And Mr. Ishiguro ? The CEO of Toyo Unltd . Was waiting , salivating , ready to attack like a bird of prey . He asked for all the works : orange juice , steak and eggs , white bread with butter , fruit salad , and more coffee ! Free loader , sponge , Egon thought . The world is full of them .
When Egon came back to his studio at Pájaro 5 he decided to call Lorenzo Lucas Loretto , La Lechuza or Lechuzon from out of space , he believes he is extraterrestrial (?) He would ask him to be in charge of the inter-phones , sentry and all that gadgetry , sound , audio-electro-visual security , etc….Loretto at that moment , was in México . He went for the boar hunt and at the same time wanted to fix his legal status in the United States . He was bored of being a mojarra , an illegal nobody ! Now all that will be arranged . He looked for his long distance number ….Actually , he spent all the week trying to collect all the sketches and doodles and drawings which he had done for years , and those were scattered all over the floor of the studio , in books , under books , in neck-tie boxes , in the middle of newspapers , on newspapers , on pieces of mail envelopes , in sketch boxes . Some were small , some medium , and some big . It was the record in short hand of his experiences and vision of his idea of composition on the two dimensional space of the white canvas or paper .
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From those sketches could be generated into more formal drawings , mural painting or easel painting , etc . Also as gravures , lithographs or xylography or screen prints . He already had some prototypes that he would be multiplied like sausages , chorizos , and some monoprints or monotypes ….At this point Egon had a very well crystalized vision , it was a matter of being given to the world in a diversified way , and being amplified . There they were , his sketches for his crucifixions , Sodom and Gomorra , Around and Around of Love , etc. The human body as a new plastic idea . A lot of these designs were already realized and explored like the series of works that he dedicated to Master Anselmo Kiefer . ” Die Brennenden Betten “ , ” The Apparition of the Invisible ” , ” 1000 Pieces for Conversation ” , ” The Rupture of Time ” , and the very new , ” ! 10,000 Spirals for Quetzalcoátl ” A lot of those drawings belonged to the intuitive drive (intuititivista) maybe ? From the top his fly’s head ….He would have a permanent art gallery for contemporary art of the best known and unknown artists , the ones who are truly important . Of course he would have a gallery of his of own work plus a hall for projections ,conferences , etc . And apartments or lodging for artist in residence , a great atrium for different event and a library as well .
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His friend Basilio Uxtabentun , Chef de cuisine international , and first and foremost of fine authentic Mexican cuisine will be in charge of La Fonda Restaurante “Las Musas ” . This will be the stomach of the enterprise .
The days passed fast , then came the weeks , the months , and the bills were growing . The pile got bigger and bigger . Egon was submerged in a frenzy of a lot of work , the frenzy of painting was producing his most ambitious œuvre , trying to use all of his time . He would make an exhibition , A retrospective at SOMA . He had already talked to Carlos Laórca , the Dean of Latin American , for life director of that institution . Carlos keeps painting his dogs paintings and Egon keeps painting his Musas paintings , cueros , it’s the same . The most important thing is the conception and treatment ; themes in reality are secondary at a certain point , the interesting is the plastic solution . at what point the subject has turned into a painting object ? In the traditional sense painting has died the new painting is CONCRETE -PAINTING !!….One morning Soberanes answers the phone while Egon was heaving his breakfast : oats with walnuts and fruit . He came back from running , he had finished his routine . He took his restorative shower and thought about how he had been developing his great canvas , “Sodom and Gomorra ” . So many great surprises he had found in his toil , he didn’t know they were there .
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” Señor Conde , is for you ! ”
” Soberanes , no mámes ! ” (Don’t suck ! ”
” I think is Earl Jones !!”
” Montesco , I am !! ”
Egon tried to repeat , but he knew that Soberanes was plying dumb , faking . He was washing the dishes from last night’s supper and he wanted to listen , he was interested in everything , vida y milagros ,from his idol and admirable maestro , Egon Montezuma .
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” Mephis ….? ” Egon asked .
” I knew you wanted to talk with me . I knew by my mental radar ….I am your servant . I am listening ….” , The Prince continued .
” Soberanes , go and water the plants . I ’m in conference ” , Egon said .
Sobe answered , ” But Master , whatever….”
” Look , Prince , as you know I am preparing a retrospective for SOMA . The bills have become a nightmare . As Doctor Moreau says ’ Un vrei couchemar !! ’ And I need moneta , money , I have to pay many biles .” (bills)
He leaves
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” Look , Excellency , Master of Masters , I have given you the castle and everything that comes with the package . I have been opening doors and after all , up to this point , everything has been very easy for you . The only thing you have to do, is paint !! That is what you wanted , right ? In the things of the imagination , I am alien . That’s not for me . For me that’s DEATH , ó muelte ! , as Maracas used to say . I’m the fruit or conscience of the imagination . There is a barrier , impossible to cross . Do I explain myself , bato ? Do your exhibition , get the trust of the public and the success and everything will come as a fact !!” ….” I cannot give you even a penny more . You have materials , the castle , the yacht , people to your service , Do you want more ? Earn it ! I’m sorry , maestro and sire , I am your servant , but not your bank , no la chingueis ! I’m sorry , Pardon !! ” ….And he hang up , we heard the buzzing …..
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Actually , there was no reason to be afraid , everything seemed to be solved . It took only the first step . He worked feverishly for months . The work was in progress at the Castle of ID , and soon he would move his his shop and studio to the center of that architectonic mass , bulk . He asked the engineer in chief , Mr Ishiguro , to change the glass of te windows for the opal ones so the light could get in without bothering his eyes on brilliant days . He ordered the light system to be upgraded with the lighting system with Croma 50s so he could work on dark days or at night . Basil was coordinating all the steps in reference to the set up of his restaurante , La Fonda ” Las Musas ” ….It was great to see industrious people coming and going , helping , contributing to make real the dream of Maestro Egon Montezuma . Elena and Karla Korn were in charge of the counting and coordination office . Karla sometimes was asked to be the painter’s model and he used to make her poses in very daring and very hot poses (?) . That was not the problem because was in the name of ART . Zeus Pérez followed all the indications from master Ego and the vessel would soon be completed and ready .
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On the proa would be mounted a reproduction of ” The Victory of Samotrace ” . Why ? Nobody knew only Master Egon . Pérez and his workers applied the first coat of black lacquer first class . Some plating and metal would be replaced with new bronze items . At this point the black sails were almost ready to be put in place . The same as the J.P. Morgan vessel , the one he used to (?) station in the Hudson . Egon now had his ” Corsair ” next to the “Spinnaker Restaurante” in Sausalito and Captain Zeus Pérez from Acapulco would be the “Skipper” of the vessel ….The day Egon moved into his castle he couldn’t believe it . The engineer in chief Mr. Ishiguro had built the penthouse at the top of the edifice . Egon was impressed an said ” Here we are going to develop the most important art center that human kind ever imagined . This will be a laboratory of excellence where the great personalities will come together in an international symposium and the preservation of the classic disciplines will be preserved , and the ones in Vanguard will be championed . We are thirsty for a COMPLETE art , not a total art , but an art of the TOTALITY !! ”
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Some times Dr. Moreau came to have conversations with Egon . The artist followed his plans of keep focused an tolerated the Doctor’s babbling , talking always about politics . Yes !! The Doctor knew a loy about politics , but really what the Doctor wanted to see and be close to Karla Korn , and , by the way , she was getting more attractive , hotter , day by day ….The day he left Pájaro 5 , Egon invited his cabinet to a private dinner at La Fonda “Las Musas” , Basilio , the king of Mexican cuisine , went the extra mile , creating an incredible Mexican dinner . He took the luxurious ceramic Talavera de Puebla , the very fine silver , and a white linen embroidery by the libidinosas nun’s table cloth . The menu was as follows :
Menu
Real avocados filled with crab (from our garden)
Chipotles filled with añejo cheese
Tlalpeño soup with epazote
Broiled duck Moctezuma III style
Piglet grilled in banana leaves
Huachinango Veracruz style fish
Mole poblano de Huáxolotl
Rice à la Mexicana
Refritos con Totopos
Wines fron California
Mexican and German beers
Herradura aperitif Tequila
Champagne Veuve Clicot
Café de Olla
Dessert
Chongos Moreleanos
Tejocotes en almibar
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The dinner was served in the middle of the colors of the fruit , the salad and the glowing lights from the chandeliers which were hanging from the beautiful ceiling where Egon has painted his ” Final Judgement Part II ” …..There were many things to do still , but he decided that it was time to centralize his operations there . He didn’t want to invite the nosy press because he thought it was not the right time . Besides , he didn’t want to give them material for the fantastic news , which in one way or another they would deform . -0-
Finally the day of his inauguration of the exhibition at SOMA was almost here …For the opening day he ordered some Klieg reflectors to be installed in front of the gallery , which will perforate the sky of black clouds . Klieg : a powerful type of arc light . For such an event they were , from 15 days in advance . 60 bill boards across The Magical City and the Peninsula , inviting à tout le monde , to the show . There was an incredible anticipation to see the work of this up-to-this-moment unknown painter . In the 30 or 40 past exhibitions that he had , there had been a group of followers , but , really , few people knew about his work , probably the fortunate ones because they knew about the artistic value of this visionary artist . Karla and Elenita had already sent invitations to personalities of the art world , and the farandula (traveling group of comedians) . The day , people started to agglomerate at Townsend Ave. The light of the high-beams in full swing , they were throwing their rays , perforating the the darkness and the clouds . A year had already passed so fast and the works were already in place to be judge ; this was the fruit of many years of searching , all the blue prints were solved and now the woks were shining glowing and apart were the failures the errors and the encounters .
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The mob started to become anxious . The opening was supposed to start at 7:00 p. m. It was already 7:10 and the chusma , la canalla , the mob was pushing people against the gate . The raucous was turning the situation into something like hell . That time the Dean of the Latin Americans painters from the Bay Area opened the gate from the interior of the building . The agglomeration of people went in , pushing and stepping on the ones that fell …It was something incredible to see the faces of those people . It was not of happiness or excitement ; it was of horror , an irrational fear in most of the people that were to pricked by curiosity . Well , for some it was a fascinating vision , for others an absolute confusion ….Some went close and then they were away from the images . The big canvases , the work was there to be scrutinized . There were too many people , and really an exhibition of this caliber has to be seen in the dead hours when there are few people , the ones who really want to see the work . This occation was for the people to see the people as a “show” .
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Egon was sitting comfortably in a comfortable Lazy-boy chair in his private chambers at his castle of ID . He checked his pilot Breitling wristwatch , then he turned his plasma television . Channel 5 was having a special program and their news feed segment was focusing on the art event of the year ….Egon first saw a view taken from a helicopter . He saw the Kliegs , how they were perforating the dark clouds . It was on a January evening . The take changed and saw the façade from the SOMA building and the mob moving like a fat snake , obsessive , forceful , the people got in pushing and being pushed . The image changed and we saw the interior , the lights were directed to the big canvasses . In one it was like into the woods , like in “La Primavera” by Botticelli , but in this particular painting the nymphs were stabbed with big pricks of libidinous centaurs and satyrs in a clear spot of the woods , then his “St. Sebastian” , “La Pieta” , and some other canvasses from the series “Las Musas” . Then all the collection about “The Return of Quetzalcoátl” , Suddenly , the lens of the camera in a zoom focuses enormous Egg Tempera . A mural executed in this classic technic “Sodom and Gomorra” , the Guernica of the erotic art ! And the mob fighting for the hors d’œuvres and the vinacho , the wine . They were grabbing everything like in the Buñuel film . Le Tablaeu Vivant de la Sainte Céne . He took his cup of hot tea , steaming , and he tasted a little ….Egon kept observing , fascinated by this Mise-en scene .
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The broadcaster , Ken Bastida , was giving a verbal description of the event and was trying heroically to describe the work …..” Overflowing of fluids , blood , gestures of pleasure , the pain , agony , ecstasies !! Fever , the conflagration of the flesh and the perdurable life ….The non narratable !! The warm colors , hot and cold in juxtaposition ! The turbulences , the marine fauna , the Apocalipsis Apollo and Dionysius entangled in a interminable bacchanal ….” Suddenly the broadcaster interrupts his description , saying ” Attention !! Attention !! It seems that there has been an accident at the exhibition . There are flames for several fires …We see it on the screen … The tongues of fire , el desmadre ! The des-mother …Egon thought that maybe Mr. Bastida had read Wolfgang , no doubt ! Egon turned off the sound and the text showed on the surface of the plasma television . He took his seeming cup of tea and drank a little sip ….Then he opened one of his favorite books (so many) . This was the one that he used to read t the beginning of every new year ; ” Don Quixote ” : Vera , Basilio , Karla and Dr. Moreau , and Soberanes were at SOMA helping with a group of slaves to serve the wine for Sonoma and Gomorra and the snacks : exquisite hors dœuvres that Basilio had prepared before hand , but they disappeared in two seconds …..Robert Martin was there filming the event , then later Egon would see it and edit in his film studio .
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The mob runs scared towards the gate , screaming, ” Fire !! Fire !! “….We can clearly see their desperation to get to the exit and save their skin (pellejo) . We can also see Basilio and Dt. Moreau with the huge extinguishers spraying that shit like foam here and there . They look like characters emerging from a diabolic comic shtick , even the lens is touched with the foam . They tried to put the fire out . The canvas which was touched by the fire showed one side insignificantly charred , but it was not a great thing after the incident . It became part of the painting and added a nice touch to it , like dust and spider webs in the work of Duchamp…The accident was not a great deal . Little by little , everything went to normal . We saw security guards , the cops (la chota) . Then a kid dressed like a harlequin was arrested , and Egon turned the television off and said , ” Always the same shit . The reaction !! The fokin reaction !! ….The next morning it appeared an article in the Arts and Culture pages of the Chronicle with the headline :
TERRORISM IN THE ARTS ??
The exhibition LA RETROSPECTIVA of the Mexican American Painter EgonZuma has be the victim of an attempt at Terrorism at the complex for the arts SOMA (or sumo ?) A young blond girl who said her name was Darya Chernoff was arrested . She is suspected (sospechosa ) of trying to bring down all of the exhibition. She allegedly manage to put the huge canvas titled” La Pieta”on fire, but the only thing she said was that she was innocent , despite the fact of being caught in fraganti . In other words , con las manos en la masa (smoking gun) . The spokesman for the event said that there will be an investigation . La Chernoff was taken in a straightjacket over her harlequin attire .
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From that on Egon would only show at MOMA or in his gallery at the Castle of ID. in SOMA , all was sold out . Afterwords , over time , he had to buy back those works from collectors , museums , and occasional buyers . That way , he started building his permanent collection and afterwards he would only sell reproductions done in his studios by craftsmen under his directions . Other kind of copies would be reproduced by digital technology , specially his graphic work For several years he was the creator of a tradition that exists up to this day . He was the promoter of ” The Rite of Spring ” . And every year , in cooperation with people with visionary ideas , he gave a prize to the best float . Also , every two years he promoted a masquerade ball in his Castle , which only 300 people were invited to under rigorous control by R.S.V. P. Among the invitees were celebrities and beauties . Actually , this was the only requisite : Beauty , plus people from the arts , la farandula y el teatro , the movies .
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Everybody was talking about The Castle of ID . Some of them said that ID meant “identity” , or “identification” . Some other linked it to the ideas derived from taxonomy or suffixes from Latin , like “arachnid” or “fetid” , “humid” , or “pallid” . The far-fetched ones linked it to the military , like “Infantry Division” or “Intelligence Department” …..Well all of them were wrong ! : “id” is the proper name used in psychoanalysis for the part of the psyche that resides in the subconscious , which is the source of the instinctive impulses , who takes satisfaction according with the principles of pleasure , and is modified by the ego and the super-ego before giving open expression . Capito? -0-
In these last 10 years we’ve had an exhibit in the main galleries of this Mondo-Cane , and what ?? Most of the people are in awe , with their mouths open and only a few have understood my art . Dr. Soberanes appointed himself as exhibitions director and he and his team have designed shows with great taste and diligence Dr, Lars have been in charge of manipulating the art critics and gotten the best advantages from the press . Dr. Moreau convinced his government to give us the highest con-decoration , the one that France gives to the most outstanding fine-art artists . However , I am fed up . Nothing is all and all his nothing . Comprenez, vous ? ?
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In the blink of an eye , 10 years had already passed . Egon and his operations were at the high of the world of art and fame and…” Excellency are you satisfied ? ” Mephistopheles asks in the middle of a torments night when Egon and Vera Rosselini were living together in The Castle of ID . Some times they had dinner together . Yes, she was living in the basement and Egon in his penthouse on the top of the building so they wouldn’t be so entangled and sometimes he will spend some time in her digs for security (?) But this time they were at the top of the world . Capito ? The fire was flickering in the fire place and the doodle of the thunderbolt appeared after a thunder storm , branding the dark clouds . The sound of Verdi’s “Macbeth” with La Callas was in the ambiance . The thunderbolt’s light was frozen for some seconds ….Egon picked up the telephone again , looking through the big window when another light for seconds illuminated the Talmalpais tower ….Vera was proposing an exhibition of haute -couture by an Italian couturier ,and besides that, he would eat her that night ….” Armani ? ” Egon said . ” Not necessarily. Agostino di Paolo,” Vera answered . ” Tino di Paolo ! ” …” Tino di Paolo …the name is familiar to me . Oh , yes ! I met him some years ago in Santa Fe , New Mexico , I was in his wedding . ” Egon said . ” He was with Lagerfeld , then with Versace , and now , and now he is on top of them . ”
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” It would be a great opportunity to make P. R . with the other sector of society . Don’t you think so , Egon ? ” …”Of course ! ” The maestro answered . ” But I am sorry , I have somebody on hold . ” …” I am sorry , Mephis, you were saying …? ” If you are satisfied ?” El Chamuco asked . ” What are you talking about , Mephis…? ” ” Egon don’t make me lose my patience . You know what I am talking about , and most importantly , don’t make me lose the respect I have for you . At this moment I am still your servant …Are you satisfied with your achievements ? That was the deal , remember ? ” ….” No , not yet …” …And The Prince O\of Darkness hung up . A buzzing was heard ….” Who was it , Egon ? ” Vera Rossellini asked . ….” It was a jerk !! A loco who said he was The Prince . He is like those fuckers like the Kiferes or Richters that said that they are artists , painters . My mother said that those who said that are artists , painters, are alcornoques , traffickers . Half-ass , sloppy , idiotic sonababiches , ha , ha , ha ….” Egon went close to Vera and suddenly he grabbed her cashmere sweater , jerked , and , in one stroke , pulled the brassier . He embraced her , and bit and licked her boobs , las chiches , with ferocity and said to her “On your knees !!”
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She knelt on the thick carpet . Egon pulled la pistola out , and orders her , ” Suck it !!” …” Yes sir ! ” …” Ha , ha , ha , …..The Prince of Darkness, ha , ha, ha, …The laughter was heard amplified in The Castle of ID ” . Then he dragged her to the bedroom , like the Cavernario Galindo …The next morning when he saw her, he told her, "Vera , please ask Basilio and Soberanes to start preparing the necessities for the party next month . We will celebrate the years to be on the top , it will be the Apotheosis ! The other parties that we’ve had already , they have been Okey . A lot of wine , food raucous , pandemonium , orgies to the point of defecating blood , all the rooms of the Castle occupied . Not only the rooms , the atrium , the foyer , the dungeons , like in Kubrick’s film ,” Only in excess , we find freedom !” ” Who said that ? ” …” It doesn’t matter , Vera ! Please don’t ask stupid questions !! ” (preguntas pendejas ) ” Oh yes , I know you and your mistresses , your conquests . Nobody can stay with you but for only some months or weeks . ” ….” Please !! Don’t exaggerate , Vera ! I have spent a lot of time with myself , meditating for a long time . Everything started to bother me , I am fed up !! The only thing that gives me peace is to go to Half Moon Bay …” …” I know , and everybody talks about your secret mistress . ” Said Vera and Egon continue…” Who know if it is a secret ? But it is ! At times the idea comes to me to start a fire and burn this fucking castle and everything can go to hell !! Que se lo lleve la Chingada , a todo !! ..” What ?? ” ” What is Chingada ?? ” ….”
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” Vera, you wouldn’t understand it !! I have lived all , or almost . I am not running as I used to anymore , now it’s less . I am too bored . Feel an incredible emptiness ….I think a lot about my daughter , Germaine . I miss her so much . I need her ….I am going to confess something to you , but tell me that you won’t tell anybody . Swear it to me !! ” ….” I swear, Egon ! ” Vera Rossellini said .
” I have known love , sex, eroticism ! I have lived all ! Everything that pertains to a beautiful relation with a woman , And I never wanted to find the three factors of the perfect union because I thought that , with that , everything would be finished ! Everything would be gray …But one day it seemed to me that I found it , and I fell in love like a happy idiot . I risked all , and I believed in her , She swore it and I saw her so in love . Suddenly , she rejected me . She committed treason . She betrayed me and she betrayed herself . I was completely alone . Wanted to die , it was so horrendous . It was like somebody uprooted my soul . I became crazy insane !! …..Suddenly , the sun of my life went out and I felt a tumultuous , irrational fear !! And I wept desperately !! How it is possible to suffer so much ? And keep living ? Tell me Vera !!….I staggered in my studio at Pájaro 5 and I fell …I got up some how and then I fell again into a vortex until the next morning , I wanted to get drunk and forget and the fucking idea in the middle of my head was burning I got lost in drugs and was worst , I was in hell and wanted to die !! I was in hell like Dante Alligator ! And I swore to avenge this chicanery . I made a deal with El Chamuco mitotero , Satanás , El Pinche Diablo Ojete !! ” ” Oh god , what are you saying ? Oh god , this is not true , Egon !!”
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” Yes !! Vera , I have lost my soul , and my triumph is what I posses materially : The Castle , fame , money , etc . But nothing interests me any more . Everything could have happened in a different way , her name was Marcella ! ….I asked Satanás to make her disappear , to destroy her ! And never I saw her…I missed her so much . Sometimes I went around her house , I drove my Lamborghini Murciegalo . (sic) When I was already a celebrity , famous and rich , I didn’t see her ever . I went her office and the office , the building , disappeared completely . There was no trace of it , of the damn ’California Abducted Realty ’ . ” ….” I thought I saw her one evening , I followed a woman who was walking by Mission it was early on a Halloween’s evening ….. It was the same the same figure that I knew . She was wearing her Angora cap and a heavy cashmere black coat . Then , when she turned her face ….Puta !! What I saw was a grotesque caricature , a pumpkin’s HEAD !! She was not the beautiful , La Hermosisima , Marcella Cacle de le Motta , the one I knew has DIED !! I HAVE KILLED HER !! ” Egon screamed. ’AAAGGGHHH !!!! ’ A jarring scream !! ” That’s my crime . Forgive me . Vera !! ” ” Then I got the report from Mephistopheles , I couldn’t believed !! Satanás and his henchman , they tortured her horribly !! Terribly !! Then they threw her to the dogs and those beasts ripped her body and devoured her limbs one by one until there was nothing left !! I was Frozen , I had asked to destroy her , and felt so sad I couldn’t believe it …. This fucking Memphis is a fucking liar …He told me all this just to see me suffer !! ” I MISSED HER A LOT , MARCELAAAA !!! “
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"There has to be a solution, Egon. Let’s pray!! Have contrition, ask God for forgiveness!! Said she . ” God ? What god ? That is a prevarication , a LIE ! which has benefited the ones who control that word ! What was once to to be believed about that myth , the myth has also died !! Nothing is all , and all is nothing !! Comprenez Vous ? and nothing is SHIT !! The only thing that exist is LIFE ! , when we are aware , conscious !! And life is Finito ! or Finite ! “ ” The only thing that had the opportunity to survive is IMMORTALITY , which shall be preserved because it has the risk of turning into dust , into nothingness and we know that nothing is SHIT !!….MERDE !! SCHEIßE Or MERDESHIT !! -0-
Without too much noise the date of the great celebration at The Castle of ID was here The Program was as follows : The first day : The Exhibition of the Last Works by Maestro bon Zuma , sculpture and paintings from his last harvest . Then Dr. Lars P. Ericksson would give a conference with Mr. Soso de Abrahams , Director of MOMA . After that , The Nicolas McGigan group of baroque music will play Couperin Vivaldi and other music from that period . After that , there will be hors d’œuvres and wine in excess up to the point of vomiting !! ….That was the conclusion of the fist day of festivities . The next would be the Masquerade Ball , also there would be lots of food . that day all the galleries will be closed to avoid riots or desmadres or zafarranchos . It would be watched by five security guards . Gorillas to keep the security , but with flexibility to let the revelers do anything they wished , up to a certain point , and those who would break the rules would be taken to the dungeons and lashed with whips with snails !!
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All these rules were very well specified on the invitation as warnings . Attorney Bravo ( before he betrayed Egon , stabbing him in the back ) was in charge of writing the disclaimers . Of course , the concurrence would be decent and incapable of committing any sort of improprieties or quarrels or desmadres and they would enjoy pleasure and healthy entertainment ….It was asked that the invitees be dressed in the fashion of the XVIII Century , but no one paid any attention to this suggestion and some arrived dressed as caveman , astronauts , and others like Aztecs ( now that we see this this indigenous dancing warriors , more and more in the Mission we are getting accustomed to the images if Imperial México ) and Comanches , ’ Raramuris ‘Tarahumaras ’ and of course , Dracula and his gang , plus the ones who arrives completely naked , but wearing a mask ?) ….Vera and the kids , Soberanes and Basilio , Karla , Elenita , as always were in charge of organizing the food that was offered by the best restaurantes from San Francisco . Three hundred people were invited to this despapaye . Among them , artists people from the Opera and Comedians . live music and DJs , techno and vibrant rock of 2500 decibels to go bonkers !!
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The orgy would last up to the point of the body’s endurance . As always , the exhibisionists would fornicate in front of everybody , but it would be Okey because everything would be done in a civilized way ….The next day or the following at about 4 or 5 in the afternoon , the leased limos started taking the revelers , tired , exhausted . Some others would scape by the rear doors od the building with big dark glasses , their suits and attire all crumpled , stained with vomit or torn . But everybody was happy …After the party , the next day would be a low profile note in the newspaper without too much noise . The headline would say : ” The Mask Ball at the Castle of ID was a great success for the world of the arts , and the event will be repeated again and again , up to Sartre’s Nausea “.
Two days later Cap. Zeus Pérez would get a phone call from his boss , Egon Zuma . ” Captain , we take off , set sails , lift anchors in 24 hours !! ” And Zeus would answer , ” How many persons will travel ? ” ” vera and Miguel (my self ) , Dr. Pascal Moreau and Karla Korn , Basilio Uxtabentun and Elena de Troya , and Dr. J. Mamerto Soberanes . Destination : Monte Carlo , farther from the Pillars of Hercules . So do All the preparations and let me know if you need anything “. The buzzing was heard….
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It was an order. They would set sail at midnight , they would lift the black sails , and they would slide in the middle of the shadows through the Golden Gate Bridge and they could sail through the Pacific Ocean up to the Panama Canal . They would stop at Acapulco Guerrero so Captain Zeus could introduce Egon and Vera and the gang to his great family of twenty brothers and sisters and their families and of course great party , where they could enjoy the fruit of the sea , from the real ‘ceviche’ of octopus to the turtle soup plus and the grilled Marlin , the great despapaye ( bacchanal)….Later , after crossing the Panama Canal , they would get into the Caribbean , trying to avoid the Triangle of Death , so they could cross the Atlantic Up tho the Ivory Coast in Africa and sail by the coast up to Marrakesh in the north of the Black Continent . Then they would turn to the right crossing the Pillars of Hercules . Once in the Mediterranean they would reach Monte Carlo , easily ….Capitan Zeus had only two helpers , the Japanese twin brothers ; Michio and Yamasuki Ryota very unusual , tall , big corpulent , atlethic guys enamored with the sea in charge of all the maneuvers ; washing the boards , cleaning the rooms , cooking , even mending socks .
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Basilio would keep everybody happy…H e was the king of the sea food . Besides he was instructor of deep sea Scuba-diving . He would take from the sea The Cornucopia of the Fruit de Mere .….The voyage would be a good reason to enjoy camaraderie and the company of a group of people that admirably works as a team . Dr. Lars would meet them at Monte Carlo . At the moment he was close , in Malta . He went after the steps of Caravaggio and remain there to fund a shop of high studies related to the therapeutic cure for frustration by way of Onanism …..
This voyage was a great revelation . Egon won a hand of poker to the real James Bond , and Bond got so mad that he lost his cool , Bond couldn’t accept it , but he didn’t know that Egon had a deal with El Chamuco Mitotero , Culero !! Hijo de su Chifoska Moska !! (The devil ) . In his mind , Egon kept the stupid expression of the double zero when he lost . He who could express masterly of that expression was Connery , but that is another reel (story) . We will probably tell you on some other occasion , what happened in the end ……..
To be continued…..
