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Mountains of horror welcome. Besides,this terror, where the darkest stories and
the most sinister laughs blend into acocktail of chills, you are ready to
challenge your fears. Then prepare fora journey where darkness comes to life and
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nightmares become real, turn off thelights and overwhelm the belt, because you
are about to cross the threshold offear. On terror Tuesday, today we
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present galactic dreams. Don m Ay, my son, my son, my
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son, who has taken me,please, like this all the time.
This can' t be someone whoshuts that one up. Mrs Ay,
my son, my son, fromreturning my son without an omile until my
head aches. Brava. You're gonna be lucky, because I'
m gonna be the one to putan end to this insufferable finning, shut
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up. We' re gonna beanother one that you don' t know
what it' s like to losea child, if you don' t
have a speaker. Ma' amyou didn' t know me well after
losing my patience, but today you' re finally going to do it you
' re paid and disgusting eighth I' m going there right now, don
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' t man me nobody' sgoing to move well and who' s
going to stop it. Your touchtrauma, exactly yes, already, but
fucking being just bastotes stupid door doesn' t open or re going to open.
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It happens because naa see are inmy power. That here hurts trauma
in no way until you already thatcrazy one calms down, this door won
' t open, because then thisgoes for good time, without total problems.
I don' t have anything todo anymore, as you say,
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Mommy, this is completely wrong.You and everyone else will accompany me,
you know, sing the legion thatI, too, vomit in anguish.
You also said you have to letgo of my son, Mrs Shut up,
already do the far gene doubt methat they have no compassion or anything.
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What it takes here, because I' m not going anywhere. Come
get me smug and my sentence endshere. We' ll look at that
like we' ll see about that. Uh, but good, but well,
why are you doing it? It' s not. Ok Traw so
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much man you have to empty thefridge. No, but before we go,
we' re gonna take everything atlunch. I' m not sorry
and I' m ill- prepared, you leave me no choice. Well,
it' s okay, so godo the shopping, tell me how
they block you and all the exitswith a powerful spell, and you won
' t be able to leave thishouse, because I' ll throw out
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the grimorium and have rather prepared food. I' m really sorry, but
mine this grimory, no one herewins it on my horse, not because
I' m going to take itaway from you right now, but it
' s useless to me. Youcan' t get close to my mochina.
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It' s protected by an electricspell. But that there is justice,
why I can keep you in myown house, owning, sir,
all there is here and owning myown will is that no one will say
age. This is good for you, and what else do we say if
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in the end you are not goingto accompany when the little trauma orders.
We already know what' s goingto happen, because that should be because
it' s for me this really, really heavy thing that this is your
house, we already know. Blah, blah, blah. Well, come
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on, get ready we' regonna leave without delay, but let'
s see something I don' tunderstand very well today, the monster.
I feel with aliens. How we' re gonna do to finally get there.
Well, I put a locator onhis cell phone. They hide it
and they leave a mesta, butI' m sure he' s still
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carrying the phone over him. Well, we' ll have to open up.
I know you' re going tosee that I got in then,
uh, we' re going tolengthen into the adventure and with an uncertain
course, well, a little ringor, it' s often a good
plan and that' s another one. They' re in space. How
are we gonna get there ah that' s what the problem is? What
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now you call a mam rental serviceand have brought it home in five minutes
or charter ships, or you needto see the business vision some have.
Well, I' m gonna diethat she' s already here, but
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I' m often messing with her. I' m sure this is going
to take us to some planet,because I hope so, because a little
bit of my resis that' sa little bit to see that I'
ve been riding. The pictures werebetter trauma for the first time in your
life have fooled you. Well,well, neither do you freepais the best
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cat houses. You have exits foreverything there is to see. Well,
we go up or what to seewhat the button is to open the door
this puppy, because we' realready traumatizing it. You have the idea
of piloting this and I' mgonna have it, but I' m
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gonna get dirty. Of course,those reassuring words are not good, because
you, I say ok, ofthat nothing, no one is going to
leave here without me. But itignores you who have given this lock-
up. My son has disappeared becauseof you and you will help me get
him back because of us. But, lady you' re saying if that
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little demon hadn' t assembled thatsect, my son would be here ah
good. But it' s goodthat you' re worth being like that.
Well, that' s it,but don' t get in there
looking for what he called me amallet, that there' s no time
for this. I' m goingto go up with my bags and besides,
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I' ve made tuna sandwiches myself, yes, Mrs Chupavaristo Chu,
for a blessed mother of mine.This lady, if she thinks she'
s going on vacation so that you' re suitcases like yourselves, you'
re sluts and you don' tcare to always wear the same one,
don' t worry if I theone you help her carry the pitt basket
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Come pinga. I' ve beenwatching without wasting my time, since it
' s made to be right now. Okay. Yes, but I say
better while we saw everything, itwould be a good time to present in
the account we' re going tohave tonight. Not that it is already
playing clear, of course, becauseon this third night of my channel,
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genre is plan but we are goingto have a monumental author, one of
the great authors in the world ofthe comic Gran Morrison, known for his
rather peculiar style and his innovative approachto storytelling. Born in Scotland in nineteen
hundred and sixty, Morrison has madean indelible mark in the comic industry with
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his eclectic and provocative works. Knownfor their work in titles such as The
Visible, Animal Man and Doom Pattern, they have earned the respect and admiration
of critics and fans alike their storiesare usually complete and avant- garde,
exploring themes such as identity, realityand the perception of life. Morrison is
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also known for his metafictional approach,breaking the fourth wall and challenging traditional narrative
conventions. His unique style and boldvision have set a standard for excellence in
the comic world, and his influencecan be used in the work of many
other contemporary artists. In short,let' s talk about a hillbilly who
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continues to leave a unique brand inthe industry. His creative talent and ability
to challenge established standards make him aniconic figure in the comic world. For
you would have stepped on hard todayand what will be the story that we
will have tonight, for to meone of the best of this peculian author
the Encyclopedia in Braile a story thatis without any complexity. It could be
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a new installment of Hell Ray.Be interesting, very interesting. And so
much so, she tells us thestory of Patricia, a blind girl who,
during her stay in Panis, meetsa man who opens up horizons for
her. Let' s say dark, hyperverse, a report already not suitable
for Pusilanimes, where sex, painand humiliation are the main elements. What
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a night and I' m sodying of desire, because my amecno because
we' re not going to waitany longer and we' re going to
enjoy this incredible story in the voiceof our souls with bemedas. The Encyclopedia
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Briio, an account of Grand Morrisogest in the voices of Tony López,
María del Carmen, Briones Nieves Gebriones, Rafael Linden and Daniel Redecitas Ciega in
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the city of lights. Patricia cameout carefully from the Perlass cemetery. It
' s all right, Beck repeatedmore carefully. Now here the steps are
a little slippery. Patricia nodded carefullyposing her foot on the first rung through
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the sole of her shoes, couldfeel the edge of a treacherous patch of
moss.“ Everything is fine,” Miss Beck insisted,“ there will
be no problem. Patricia replied.He could truly feel around him the volume
of the tombs and tombstones, theechoes that caused the occupied space, the
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light emanations of cold air that causedall that. It gave the funeral monuments
of Perlaches a weight and volume thattranscended the vision of the earth removed and
piled up. There was a fragrance, the complex alchemy of corruption released a
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moist perfume that combined with the scentof rotten crowns, hanging like a mist
around the stones. The rain wasdrumming on Patrick' s umbrella cloth.
And what do you think Beck saidabout the oscar Way monument. Of course
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you liked it charming. Patricia replied, of course the vandals have done a
horrible stanza painting all over the statue. But it' s still the most
impressive thing you don' t think. The voice of mss Beck slowed down
to melt with the whisper of rain. Patricia could not explain how much she
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had enjoyed putting her hands on Ebstein' s stone angel and discovering that the
statue' s testicles had been cutas a memory of some jealous demon.
Miss Beck would certainly disapprove of suchironic mutilation, but Patricia was convinced that
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Oscar Wild had found that extremely amusing. Miss Beck, in fact, seemed
to disapprove of almost everything and Patriciawas beginning to feel terribly sick of the
presence of that woman. We willhave to go back with this terrible rain,
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Mrs Beck said, across the street, discovered a coffee and sat inside.
“ What do you want dear,” miss Beck asked. Ab yes,
he said, Patricia expressed and awassand thank you, miss Beck made
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the request. Then he got outof the seat and went to get a
phone. Patricia took out her Bolsobook and started reading with her fingertips.
He didn' t find it comfortable. More and more often the books only
increased their sense of loneliness and lackof affection. They mocked and deceived her
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with the promise of a better world, but after all, they had nothing
to offer except empty words and closedlids. She felt more and more tired
of experiencing second- hand lives.She wanted something she was never able to
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express in words. A waiter broughtthe coffee. He wants something to the
Lord said Patricia ignored the book.Someone had sat at his table right in
front of a man.“ That’ s fine,” he said.
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His voice was rich and resounding inclassical education. Each syllable seemed to be
suspended in the air. I hopeyou don' t mind. You added
now you spoke to Patricia using English. I saw her sitting alone, no,
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but I' m with someone.Patricia said she stumbled upon words as
she could on the furniture of anunknown room. Over there, he gestured
vaguely.“ I don’ tthink he is with anyone,” the
man replied. I think she's alone. It' s not right
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for such a pretty girl to bealone in Paris. I' m not.
She just answered Patricia. That manwas beginning to disturb her and irritate
her believe me. The man said. I know what you need is written
on your face. I know whatyou need.“ What you are talking
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about,” Patricia jumped. Youdon' t know me, you don
' t know anything about me.I can read in you like in a
book. He insisted. I'll be here at the same time tomorrow,
if you want to know anything moreabout the Brailley encyclopedia how Patricias says
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they' re red. The truthis, there' s something querina going
on. Patricia turned her face.The voice was Miss Beck' s.
Foreign coins tinkled in a cheap purse. Only this man began Patricia, Miss
Becks, sat down what man theboy said, not this man. Here.
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Patricia pointed at the other side ofthe table. There' s no
one there.“ Miss Beck replied, using the same tone of voice she
used with the children and the dogstake your coffee. Michel said he'
d pick us up. In 20minutes. Patricia raised her mug with clumsy
fingers. Somewhere. The coffee makerwas bubbling and coughing the rain. It
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fell upon the mortal silence of Perretches, upon the streets and houses of Paris,
covering the whole city like a veil, like a windy curtain. He
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raised his head what time it is, he said in his bedroom, at
the tall, narrow hotel on BoulevardSaint Germain. Patricia was sitting there listening
to traffic outside. The lights splashedin the city rain falling into the darkness,
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rain splashing on the balcony, raindripping slowly and melancholy from the wrought
iron railing. He sat on theedge of the bed in the dark,
always in the dark. I didn' t need light on the money that
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was saved on electricity bills. Hesat in the darkness of the evening.
He ate another piece of chocolate andtried to read He couldn' t get
his fingers skated by the spikes ofbraile without making sense of those complex plots.
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Unable to concentrate, he set asidethe book and went back to the
window. Soon the afternoon would fall. Out in the darkness of the rain,
Paris would throw itself with its cloakof lights. The students would gather
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to talk around their coffees in blacks. Lovers would come to each other'
s arms. Out there between thedeaf darkness and the oneones centes of earlier,
people would live and let live.And there, in that room,
Patricia would sit and Patricia would read. He sat heavily and feeling tremendously unhappy
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he put a cassette in his walkman. Then he lay in bed, watching
his private darkness with his eyes open. Debussy' s Lamer began to sound
the first blow of rope and wind. He conjured the image of a wide
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empty beach empty white sands under alarge sky or white ones hitting the rocks.
Patricia was writing something in the sand, lines drawn on a large empty
page of sand. I couldn't write what I was writing, but
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I knew it was important. Herelaxed his dry lips feeling the taste of
chocolate. What would the man inthe coffee look like, the man in
the voice. What it would belike if I could see it. Oh
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ran the horsegirl from her skirt slippedher hand between her thighs. The bed
began to rustle slightly synchronized with Patricia' s groans. The gasping breath lay
on silk, wet in a fragrantstay of flowers and aged wine. And
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there he was, with his voiceand his breath upon his body, his
breathing running through the backs of hisear and his mouth and his skin and
fitting his thighs. By penetrating it, the waves of Debussy broke against the
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walls of his skull, white wavesof sound, drowning traffic and rain,
turning darkness into incendiary light. Themusic was coming to an end. The
room was too heated, a boxwithout air. Patricia suffocated in the dark,
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got up unstable and faced the coldmirror of her eye knew how a
thick, unattractive girl should look playingwith herself in a hotel bed. Don
' t do those things or you' ll be blind. She calmly said
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she suddenly felt sick and stupid.She would never find anyone, nothing to
do or become all that she crammedinto that suffocating room, no matter where
she was in that room reading always, nothing was going to happen. You
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' re listening to Tuesdays of terrorin soul in rabid, grandeur, superb
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rabid trovor, peace trauma and notthat it' s for me, well,
we' re all in it.We can start. Okay, right
now, this bucket sounds a littlesuspicious to me. What do you say
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I don' t have anything.I' m going to die and on
top of this gang of losers theyxagena the coffee of fanta give me the
snack in the thunch to take awaythe sorrows of that. Nothing, ma
' am, you' ve gottwo celebs left. That' s emotional
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blackmail. You won' t beashamed of Mangarian. Sir, I'
ve got a lot of hangre here, because I' ve been a good
run, and manism isn' tright anymore. Day Johnny kin Oh,
yeah, I like what drawn cachaithe most, but f- bong smart,
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be brave and whatever you have tosay say say it in front of
everything I was saying. Nothing,old man, something we' ve heard
nothing, because you' ve finallyreached the musical moment of this week'
s terror, not so bad.In fact, it' s great,
because this week, by cutting offyour productions, I have the pleasure of
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traneros, something that will shake yoursenses, something that will be intense like
the night itself. From the depthsof German heavy metal resurrects a legend that
has marked the compass of many fasthearts. I' m talking about Pictory,
the band that since Hannover has conqueredscenarios and souls alike don' t
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come alone bring under their arm agift that is pure. Viramita. His
new album, Sir com of Life, promises to be a wild journey through
riffs that cut the breath and rhythmsthat beat with life itself. Next September
three of two thousand twenty- four, prepare to be part of the history
of rock. But that' snot all, because Victory knows how to
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turn on the wick of emotion andto show a button, the theme that
I present to you tonight is nothingless than count On Me a hymn that
is not remembered that, in themiddle of the darkness. There' s
always a flame burning strongly, soturn up the volume, close your eyes
and let yourselves be carried away byVictory' s energy. This is tom
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om here Tuesday of terror to enjoyit. Was we or eight light alone
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O O O O O O OO O O O You are listening Tuesday
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of soul terror in rabio grasterio,rabio t excellent, a great sound.
I never disappoint. And now what' s going on. Surely a reason
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night and that' s also agreat droma sea. What' s going
on? Oh Ry, orri isn' t pooping me a little char and
that' s what I' mtrying to do We' re going to
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die a lot so I' mgoing to die and see my son again.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Covers that this is going to crashor hello someone' s gonna screw
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me up. There' s everybodyfine, there' s still mouse sandwiches
I see that without vast and everythingon top that you' re crushing me
and you King, don' ttake away too that I' m going
to die. Asphyxiated you' recalling me, that is, please stop
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behaving like three- year- olds, that we have a serious problem and
that' s because with this mobyou can' t go anywhere. That,
madame, of whom I wood thefire, well, and what we
will do, for I say thatwe will have to go down and see
where we are. No yes,with this beast, seudor, I'
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m going to die, because you' ll be the one who smells pretty
and now he' s calling meslut. It' s just an incorrigible
role. Well everything, we're going down from this joint, okay,
yeah, right now, but inthe meantime, we' re going
to enjoy ourselves in the second partof Nancy. Don' t fight friar
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the brilliant story. I' mat Martin de Perrón tonight. I know
you can' t wait for thedark any longer The rodeo knew you'
d come. The man said heknew. I don' t know how
Patricia got back and felt stupid.He' s using all the wrong expressions.
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" O Joseph," he said. I' m used to recognizing
some inclinations. Her hand fell onhers, punctuating her. I assure you
we' ll make friends. Patricia, I don' t know your name
yet. She said she was startingto get scared, she felt somehow surrounded
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by her voice. She was narrowingit, sliding gently between her breasts.
My name smiled. She heard himdo it. Take Lindex to me,
just forgive me. Patricia thought sheheard wrong. He tried not to chicken
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out. Fear was what made herso lonely. Lindex repeated man as a
book. Lindes, I can't call you that That' s how
Patricia objected. It was like asoft bait closing around his beloved doll,
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Patricia Bebes, you will. I' ll show you so many things.
Fear was almost uncontrollable. I wantedto run away, I wanted to go
back to that bedroom, to thatbook like the coward that was the man.
I would open a door behind herwaiting for the darkness, it'
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s true, but Patricia was nostranger to it. Of course, the
darkness Linix said when Miss Beth returnedto the cafe to pick Patricia up,
she had left. One of thewaiters. I' d seen her date
someone, but she couldn' tdescribe the man. No one was able
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to do it and an anonymous manleft. In the invisible rain they warned
the police, degranated the city.Before you quit. Patricia' s parents
organized their own useless search. Thenewspapers showed pictures of a blind girl who
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was pretty rolly, smiling at acamera she couldn' t see. His
eyes were pale blue, his colordiluting to the dark, eyes filled with
rain like puddles on a face.Very soon, the newspapers and the public
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lost all interest. Patricia' sroom remained empty, a clock stopped,
the girl never showed up and thepolice file was opened like a door that
didn' t give anywhere. Thesato could have seemed like a prison if
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not because it seemed to be continuallyrenewed in its own architecture. No door
led twice to the same room,no hallway went to the same place,
no staircase repeated its steps. Alsothe variety of experiences offered by the sato
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was a diversity, such that lifemight seem shy and pale in comparison.
Here there was no sin that couldnot be satisfied until satiety. Here the
search for new sensations had long ledto the practice of continually more refined atrocities.
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Here, in short, there wereno laws, no ties, no
limits, no judgment, and themotto about his door was simply to pray
hell is more beautiful than paradise.That was a special night in the red
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room, the fourth of the signof the Seven, whose walls beat like
a patrician heart lay on a couchof silk cushions. He found a vein
in his thigh and slowly inserted theneedle. After the first firing, his
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head seemed to free itself and splitlike a puzzle. His nervous system suffered
a series of delicious impacts and themist flooded his brain. He relaxed his
red lips and began to tremble.The bells nailed to her skin responded to
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her quivering. His body became atambourine, he threw a deep sigh,
it was hot in the room andthe sweat ran through his skin the oiled
dripping from the tongues of the obscenetattoos that now adorned his stomach between the
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heartbeat of the room. Patricia couldhear archos and the Babando the index had
to let him touch the boy,let his nails run through his silky hair,
caress the feathers of those raging andbroken wings that he had on his
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back and feel the scars of hiscastration. What she did asked sleepy why
she was going to see lindex hadreturned to the room. He locked the
door waiting for the boy to finish. He' s spitting in this glass.
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Patricia said here took a beautiful glassof Linde glass. He knelt next
to her. The heat irradiated fromhis body and smelled slightly of blood and
perfumed sweat. The boy' san angel. He said we brought her
here from paradise and then we mutilatedhim and perverted him. Patricia let go
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of a silly laugh. Our littlefallen angel continued that see here angel,
the boy dragged his feet through theroom as slow as a sleepwalker. Their
wings crackled like dry paper.“What do you want me to do with
this,” Patricia asked, knowingthe glass in her hand. I want
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you to see it, he replacedthe Index Bebe. She wet her tongue
in the warm. A clear beneficentexit foam commented on going into the immex.
The poor creature has been toy ofGod to know how many dirty old
whores faggots. As you can guess, his saliva is a disease farm.
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He paused smiling almost audibly. However, I insist that you drink it.
Patricia listened to the boy whining whilebeing forced to stand on all fours.
She spun the liquid in the glass. Bebe Despacia heard the tylynchney and the
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brush of the leather harnesses. Amatch lit up is that there was no
limit to what he could demand.All right, he said sniffing the glass
like an enenologist, he didn't smell anything. What I' ll
do and drink slowly shoveling that dull, tasteless kid' s saliva all the
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way to the wells. While Bebíacould hear the boy gasping at being sodomized,
Patricia gave up the edge of thelying glass. Sida said I know
what a lie is. The boysqueaked with the voice of a bird something
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had done to him. Límnex,Patricia waited for him to release the harnesses
and sit next to them.“I knew I was not wrong to see
you months ago,” he said“ He pulled the ring through his nipple,
drawing it into this way” Automatically, she opened her mouth and let
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him put a dirty gift in hismouth. I knew you were worthy of
admission. Admission Wanted to know Patricia, admission to what the sound of her
own voice seemed to go and comeback. I was starting to feel weird,
remember? When I mentioned the encyclopedia, Trailey asked the index Yes,
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fragments of music burst into Patricia's head, choral detonations. It felt
as if he put that through animmense Ancyclopedia braile Yes, what is it.
It' s not a thing.He reinstated a society here on your
knees. Touch me, she tookher hand, but you never let me.
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She began feeling her excitement grow noiselesssound, recognizable as a panoramic ear
stereo. You heard I' malready doing it. He said you have
proved to have a strange appetite forthe sweet and rotten fruits of corruption.
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I' m almost freaked out byso much dedication. Now I think it
' s time I let you tastethe most exquisite bite. He guided his
hand to his bare chest. Asher fingers passed through her skin, Patricia
was startled at what this is.He felt slightly with his s flames the
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scars barely noticed. He was frightenedagain when he realized that the whole body
from head to toe had been disfigured. In the same way he toured a
row of stitches by suddenly losing hisbreath.“ It is braile,”
my God said,“ it isbraile, how strange I feel” He
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filled his mouth and stopped his chatteringlike an obedient girl. She sucked and
swallowed and let her hands run overher skin.“ You have sputum angel
drink,” Lindex said. Hisvoice was pretoric of ambiguous echoes and reverberations.
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You drank the weirdest of narcotics.Now is the time for you to
read in me read to me.She read. Write down one hundred and
three. The deformation of spirit yourchildish, point forty- five. The
claim of decay points to two hundredand seventeen. The miracle of the lying
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face. Point fourteen. The atrociousbride points at one hundred and ninety-
one. Military sin points to twohundred and four. The window in sanc
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you are listening to Tuesday of terror, the soul in rabio gramstereo, rabio
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work how strong, seems, buttoday I love it. You have good
taste, cori tony good. Andnow to see where we' re hearing
there' s a sign to seewhat puts planet of the gallant owners or
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what, what, what, yeah, but what don' t you go
back there right now, but whata moment. This is mentine, this
is a mirage of our joeño.They manifest in a clear way. Oh,
let' s not that anything wesee can be a fantasy of ours.
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And that' s, well,hairy such a wait wait a minute
I want a gigan sandwich good oldhouse and what are we going to do?
We can only walk and try tofind a sanglinda is a small solution.
Nor is there any better, becauselet' s take the road and
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as we try to put a solutionto this, let' s put an
end to today' s program,that I think we have had enough,
no doubt, because we don't do it if we first send a
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can enjoy our voices when and whatyou want to watch follow ring something will
occur to me. My son,my son, your mother is looking for
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you. Oh, my son,it' s so good to see you
warrior or. It' s nottime to fire the brave listeners, but
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don' t worry. Horrors arealways lurking and we will be ready to
scare you once more next week.So, if you can still sleep remember
that nightmares keep in the dark untilsoon
Mountains of horror welcome. Besides,this terror, where the darkest stories and
the most sinister laughs blend into acocktail of chills, you are ready to
challenge your fears. Then prepare fora journey where darkness comes to life and
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nightmares become real, turn off thelights and overwhelm the belt, because you
are about to cross the threshold offear. On terror Tuesday, today we
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present galactic dreams. Don m Ay, my son, my son, my
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son, who has taken me,please, like this all the time.
This can' t be someone whoshuts that one up. Mrs Ay,
my son, my son, fromreturning my son without an omile until my
head aches. Brava. You're gonna be lucky, because I'
m gonna be the one to putan end to this insufferable finning, shut
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up. We' re gonna beanother one that you don' t know
what it' s like to losea child, if you don' t
have a speaker. Ma' amyou didn' t know me well after
losing my patience, but today you' re finally going to do it you
' re paid and disgusting eighth I' m going there right now, don
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' t man me nobody' sgoing to move well and who' s
going to stop it. Your touchtrauma, exactly yes, already, but
fucking being just bastotes stupid door doesn' t open or re going to open.
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It happens because naa see are inmy power. That here hurts trauma
in no way until you already thatcrazy one calms down, this door won
' t open, because then thisgoes for good time, without total problems.
I don' t have anything todo anymore, as you say,
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Mommy, this is completely wrong.You and everyone else will accompany me,
you know, sing the legion thatI, too, vomit in anguish.
You also said you have to letgo of my son, Mrs Shut up,
already do the far gene doubt methat they have no compassion or anything.
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What it takes here, because I' m not going anywhere. Come
get me smug and my sentence endshere. We' ll look at that
like we' ll see about that. Uh, but good, but well,
why are you doing it? It' s not. Ok Traw so
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much man you have to empty thefridge. No, but before we go,
we' re gonna take everything atlunch. I' m not sorry
and I' m ill- prepared, you leave me no choice. Well,
it' s okay, so godo the shopping, tell me how
they block you and all the exitswith a powerful spell, and you won
' t be able to leave thishouse, because I' ll throw out
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the grimorium and have rather prepared food. I' m really sorry, but
mine this grimory, no one herewins it on my horse, not because
I' m going to take itaway from you right now, but it
' s useless to me. Youcan' t get close to my mochina.
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It' s protected by an electricspell. But that there is justice,
why I can keep you in myown house, owning, sir,
all there is here and owning myown will is that no one will say
age. This is good for you, and what else do we say if
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in the end you are not goingto accompany when the little trauma orders.
We already know what' s goingto happen, because that should be because
it' s for me this really, really heavy thing that this is your
house, we already know. Blah, blah, blah. Well, come
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on, get ready we' regonna leave without delay, but let'
s see something I don' tunderstand very well today, the monster.
I feel with aliens. How we' re gonna do to finally get there.
Well, I put a locator onhis cell phone. They hide it
and they leave a mesta, butI' m sure he' s still
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carrying the phone over him. Well, we' ll have to open up.
I know you' re going tosee that I got in then,
uh, we' re going tolengthen into the adventure and with an uncertain
course, well, a little ringor, it' s often a good
plan and that' s another one. They' re in space. How
are we gonna get there ah that' s what the problem is? What
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now you call a mam rental serviceand have brought it home in five minutes
or charter ships, or you needto see the business vision some have.
Well, I' m gonna diethat she' s already here, but
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I' m often messing with her. I' m sure this is going
to take us to some planet,because I hope so, because a little
bit of my resis that' sa little bit to see that I'
ve been riding. The pictures werebetter trauma for the first time in your
life have fooled you. Well,well, neither do you freepais the best
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cat houses. You have exits foreverything there is to see. Well,
we go up or what to seewhat the button is to open the door
this puppy, because we' realready traumatizing it. You have the idea
of piloting this and I' mgonna have it, but I' m
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gonna get dirty. Of course,those reassuring words are not good, because
you, I say ok, ofthat nothing, no one is going to
leave here without me. But itignores you who have given this lock-
up. My son has disappeared becauseof you and you will help me get
him back because of us. But, lady you' re saying if that
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little demon hadn' t assembled thatsect, my son would be here ah
good. But it' s goodthat you' re worth being like that.
Well, that' s it,but don' t get in there
looking for what he called me amallet, that there' s no time
for this. I' m goingto go up with my bags and besides,
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I' ve made tuna sandwiches myself, yes, Mrs Chupavaristo Chu,
for a blessed mother of mine.This lady, if she thinks she'
s going on vacation so that you' re suitcases like yourselves, you'
re sluts and you don' tcare to always wear the same one,
don' t worry if I theone you help her carry the pitt basket
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Come pinga. I' ve beenwatching without wasting my time, since it
' s made to be right now. Okay. Yes, but I say
better while we saw everything, itwould be a good time to present in
the account we' re going tohave tonight. Not that it is already
playing clear, of course, becauseon this third night of my channel,
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genre is plan but we are goingto have a monumental author, one of
the great authors in the world ofthe comic Gran Morrison, known for his
rather peculiar style and his innovative approachto storytelling. Born in Scotland in nineteen
hundred and sixty, Morrison has madean indelible mark in the comic industry with
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his eclectic and provocative works. Knownfor their work in titles such as The
Visible, Animal Man and Doom Pattern, they have earned the respect and admiration
of critics and fans alike their storiesare usually complete and avant- garde,
exploring themes such as identity, realityand the perception of life. Morrison is
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also known for his metafictional approach,breaking the fourth wall and challenging traditional narrative
conventions. His unique style and boldvision have set a standard for excellence in
the comic world, and his influencecan be used in the work of many
other contemporary artists. In short,let' s talk about a hillbilly who
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continues to leave a unique brand inthe industry. His creative talent and ability
to challenge established standards make him aniconic figure in the comic world. For
you would have stepped on hard todayand what will be the story that we
will have tonight, for to meone of the best of this peculian author
the Encyclopedia in Braile a story thatis without any complexity. It could be
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a new installment of Hell Ray.Be interesting, very interesting. And so
much so, she tells us thestory of Patricia, a blind girl who,
during her stay in Panis, meetsa man who opens up horizons for
her. Let' s say dark, hyperverse, a report already not suitable
for Pusilanimes, where sex, painand humiliation are the main elements. What
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a night and I' m sodying of desire, because my amecno because
we' re not going to waitany longer and we' re going to
enjoy this incredible story in the voiceof our souls with bemedas. The Encyclopedia
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Briio, an account of Grand Morrisogest in the voices of Tony López,
María del Carmen, Briones Nieves Gebriones, Rafael Linden and Daniel Redecitas Ciega in
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the city of lights. Patricia cameout carefully from the Perlass cemetery. It
' s all right, Beck repeatedmore carefully. Now here the steps are
a little slippery. Patricia nodded carefullyposing her foot on the first rung through
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the sole of her shoes, couldfeel the edge of a treacherous patch of
moss.“ Everything is fine,” Miss Beck insisted,“ there will
be no problem. Patricia replied.He could truly feel around him the volume
of the tombs and tombstones, theechoes that caused the occupied space, the
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light emanations of cold air that causedall that. It gave the funeral monuments
of Perlaches a weight and volume thattranscended the vision of the earth removed and
piled up. There was a fragrance, the complex alchemy of corruption released a
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moist perfume that combined with the scentof rotten crowns, hanging like a mist
around the stones. The rain wasdrumming on Patrick' s umbrella cloth.
And what do you think Beck saidabout the oscar Way monument. Of course
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you liked it charming. Patricia replied, of course the vandals have done a
horrible stanza painting all over the statue. But it' s still the most
impressive thing you don' t think. The voice of mss Beck slowed down
to melt with the whisper of rain. Patricia could not explain how much she
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had enjoyed putting her hands on Ebstein' s stone angel and discovering that the
statue' s testicles had been cutas a memory of some jealous demon.
Miss Beck would certainly disapprove of suchironic mutilation, but Patricia was convinced that
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Oscar Wild had found that extremely amusing. Miss Beck, in fact, seemed
to disapprove of almost everything and Patriciawas beginning to feel terribly sick of the
presence of that woman. We willhave to go back with this terrible rain,
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Mrs Beck said, across the street, discovered a coffee and sat inside.
“ What do you want dear,” miss Beck asked. Ab yes,
he said, Patricia expressed and awassand thank you, miss Beck made
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the request. Then he got outof the seat and went to get a
phone. Patricia took out her Bolsobook and started reading with her fingertips.
He didn' t find it comfortable. More and more often the books only
increased their sense of loneliness and lackof affection. They mocked and deceived her
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with the promise of a better world, but after all, they had nothing
to offer except empty words and closedlids. She felt more and more tired
of experiencing second- hand lives.She wanted something she was never able to
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express in words. A waiter broughtthe coffee. He wants something to the
Lord said Patricia ignored the book.Someone had sat at his table right in
front of a man.“ That’ s fine,” he said.
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His voice was rich and resounding inclassical education. Each syllable seemed to be
suspended in the air. I hopeyou don' t mind. You added
now you spoke to Patricia using English. I saw her sitting alone, no,
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but I' m with someone.Patricia said she stumbled upon words as
she could on the furniture of anunknown room. Over there, he gestured
vaguely.“ I don’ tthink he is with anyone,” the
man replied. I think she's alone. It' s not right
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for such a pretty girl to bealone in Paris. I' m not.
She just answered Patricia. That manwas beginning to disturb her and irritate
her believe me. The man said. I know what you need is written
on your face. I know whatyou need.“ What you are talking
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about,” Patricia jumped. Youdon' t know me, you don
' t know anything about me.I can read in you like in a
book. He insisted. I'll be here at the same time tomorrow,
if you want to know anything moreabout the Brailley encyclopedia how Patricias says
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they' re red. The truthis, there' s something querina going
on. Patricia turned her face.The voice was Miss Beck' s.
Foreign coins tinkled in a cheap purse. Only this man began Patricia, Miss
Becks, sat down what man theboy said, not this man. Here.
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Patricia pointed at the other side ofthe table. There' s no
one there.“ Miss Beck replied, using the same tone of voice she
used with the children and the dogstake your coffee. Michel said he'
d pick us up. In 20minutes. Patricia raised her mug with clumsy
fingers. Somewhere. The coffee makerwas bubbling and coughing the rain. It
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fell upon the mortal silence of Perretches, upon the streets and houses of Paris,
covering the whole city like a veil, like a windy curtain. He
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raised his head what time it is, he said in his bedroom, at
the tall, narrow hotel on BoulevardSaint Germain. Patricia was sitting there listening
to traffic outside. The lights splashedin the city rain falling into the darkness,
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rain splashing on the balcony, raindripping slowly and melancholy from the wrought
iron railing. He sat on theedge of the bed in the dark,
always in the dark. I didn' t need light on the money that
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was saved on electricity bills. Hesat in the darkness of the evening.
He ate another piece of chocolate andtried to read He couldn' t get
his fingers skated by the spikes ofbraile without making sense of those complex plots.
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Unable to concentrate, he set asidethe book and went back to the
window. Soon the afternoon would fall. Out in the darkness of the rain,
Paris would throw itself with its cloakof lights. The students would gather
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to talk around their coffees in blacks. Lovers would come to each other'
s arms. Out there between thedeaf darkness and the oneones centes of earlier,
people would live and let live.And there, in that room,
Patricia would sit and Patricia would read. He sat heavily and feeling tremendously unhappy
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he put a cassette in his walkman. Then he lay in bed, watching
his private darkness with his eyes open. Debussy' s Lamer began to sound
the first blow of rope and wind. He conjured the image of a wide
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empty beach empty white sands under alarge sky or white ones hitting the rocks.
Patricia was writing something in the sand, lines drawn on a large empty
page of sand. I couldn't write what I was writing, but
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I knew it was important. Herelaxed his dry lips feeling the taste of
chocolate. What would the man inthe coffee look like, the man in
the voice. What it would belike if I could see it. Oh
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ran the horsegirl from her skirt slippedher hand between her thighs. The bed
began to rustle slightly synchronized with Patricia' s groans. The gasping breath lay
on silk, wet in a fragrantstay of flowers and aged wine. And
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there he was, with his voiceand his breath upon his body, his
breathing running through the backs of hisear and his mouth and his skin and
fitting his thighs. By penetrating it, the waves of Debussy broke against the
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walls of his skull, white wavesof sound, drowning traffic and rain,
turning darkness into incendiary light. Themusic was coming to an end. The
room was too heated, a boxwithout air. Patricia suffocated in the dark,
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got up unstable and faced the coldmirror of her eye knew how a
thick, unattractive girl should look playingwith herself in a hotel bed. Don
' t do those things or you' ll be blind. She calmly said
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she suddenly felt sick and stupid.She would never find anyone, nothing to
do or become all that she crammedinto that suffocating room, no matter where
she was in that room reading always, nothing was going to happen. You
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' re listening to Tuesdays of terrorin soul in rabid, grandeur, superb
(24:26):
rabid trovor, peace trauma and notthat it' s for me, well,
we' re all in it.We can start. Okay, right
now, this bucket sounds a littlesuspicious to me. What do you say
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I don' t have anything.I' m going to die and on
top of this gang of losers theyxagena the coffee of fanta give me the
snack in the thunch to take awaythe sorrows of that. Nothing, ma
' am, you' ve gottwo celebs left. That' s emotional
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blackmail. You won' t beashamed of Mangarian. Sir, I'
ve got a lot of hangre here, because I' ve been a good
run, and manism isn' tright anymore. Day Johnny kin Oh,
yeah, I like what drawn cachaithe most, but f- bong smart,
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be brave and whatever you have tosay say say it in front of
everything I was saying. Nothing,old man, something we' ve heard
nothing, because you' ve finallyreached the musical moment of this week'
s terror, not so bad.In fact, it' s great,
because this week, by cutting offyour productions, I have the pleasure of
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traneros, something that will shake yoursenses, something that will be intense like
the night itself. From the depthsof German heavy metal resurrects a legend that
has marked the compass of many fasthearts. I' m talking about Pictory,
the band that since Hannover has conqueredscenarios and souls alike don' t
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come alone bring under their arm agift that is pure. Viramita. His
new album, Sir com of Life, promises to be a wild journey through
riffs that cut the breath and rhythmsthat beat with life itself. Next September
three of two thousand twenty- four, prepare to be part of the history
of rock. But that' snot all, because Victory knows how to
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turn on the wick of emotion andto show a button, the theme that
I present to you tonight is nothingless than count On Me a hymn that
is not remembered that, in themiddle of the darkness. There' s
always a flame burning strongly, soturn up the volume, close your eyes
and let yourselves be carried away byVictory' s energy. This is tom
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om here Tuesday of terror to enjoyit. Was we or eight light alone
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O O O O O O OO O O O You are listening Tuesday
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of soul terror in rabio grasterio,rabio t excellent, a great sound.
I never disappoint. And now what' s going on. Surely a reason
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night and that' s also agreat droma sea. What' s going
on? Oh Ry, orri isn' t pooping me a little char and
that' s what I' mtrying to do We' re going to
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die a lot so I' mgoing to die and see my son again.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Covers that this is going to crashor hello someone' s gonna screw
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me up. There' s everybodyfine, there' s still mouse sandwiches
I see that without vast and everythingon top that you' re crushing me
and you King, don' ttake away too that I' m going
to die. Asphyxiated you' recalling me, that is, please stop
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behaving like three- year- olds, that we have a serious problem and
that' s because with this mobyou can' t go anywhere. That,
madame, of whom I wood thefire, well, and what we
will do, for I say thatwe will have to go down and see
where we are. No yes,with this beast, seudor, I'
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m going to die, because you' ll be the one who smells pretty
and now he' s calling meslut. It' s just an incorrigible
role. Well everything, we're going down from this joint, okay,
yeah, right now, but inthe meantime, we' re going
to enjoy ourselves in the second partof Nancy. Don' t fight friar
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the brilliant story. I' mat Martin de Perrón tonight. I know
you can' t wait for thedark any longer The rodeo knew you'
d come. The man said heknew. I don' t know how
Patricia got back and felt stupid.He' s using all the wrong expressions.
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" O Joseph," he said. I' m used to recognizing
some inclinations. Her hand fell onhers, punctuating her. I assure you
we' ll make friends. Patricia, I don' t know your name
yet. She said she was startingto get scared, she felt somehow surrounded
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by her voice. She was narrowingit, sliding gently between her breasts.
My name smiled. She heard himdo it. Take Lindex to me,
just forgive me. Patricia thought sheheard wrong. He tried not to chicken
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out. Fear was what made herso lonely. Lindex repeated man as a
book. Lindes, I can't call you that That' s how
Patricia objected. It was like asoft bait closing around his beloved doll,
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Patricia Bebes, you will. I' ll show you so many things.
Fear was almost uncontrollable. I wantedto run away, I wanted to go
back to that bedroom, to thatbook like the coward that was the man.
I would open a door behind herwaiting for the darkness, it'
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s true, but Patricia was nostranger to it. Of course, the
darkness Linix said when Miss Beth returnedto the cafe to pick Patricia up,
she had left. One of thewaiters. I' d seen her date
someone, but she couldn' tdescribe the man. No one was able
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to do it and an anonymous manleft. In the invisible rain they warned
the police, degranated the city.Before you quit. Patricia' s parents
organized their own useless search. Thenewspapers showed pictures of a blind girl who
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was pretty rolly, smiling at acamera she couldn' t see. His
eyes were pale blue, his colordiluting to the dark, eyes filled with
rain like puddles on a face.Very soon, the newspapers and the public
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lost all interest. Patricia' sroom remained empty, a clock stopped,
the girl never showed up and thepolice file was opened like a door that
didn' t give anywhere. Thesato could have seemed like a prison if
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not because it seemed to be continuallyrenewed in its own architecture. No door
led twice to the same room,no hallway went to the same place,
no staircase repeated its steps. Alsothe variety of experiences offered by the sato
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was a diversity, such that lifemight seem shy and pale in comparison.
Here there was no sin that couldnot be satisfied until satiety. Here the
search for new sensations had long ledto the practice of continually more refined atrocities.
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Here, in short, there wereno laws, no ties, no
limits, no judgment, and themotto about his door was simply to pray
hell is more beautiful than paradise.That was a special night in the red
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room, the fourth of the signof the Seven, whose walls beat like
a patrician heart lay on a couchof silk cushions. He found a vein
in his thigh and slowly inserted theneedle. After the first firing, his
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head seemed to free itself and splitlike a puzzle. His nervous system suffered
a series of delicious impacts and themist flooded his brain. He relaxed his
red lips and began to tremble.The bells nailed to her skin responded to
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her quivering. His body became atambourine, he threw a deep sigh,
it was hot in the room andthe sweat ran through his skin the oiled
dripping from the tongues of the obscenetattoos that now adorned his stomach between the
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heartbeat of the room. Patricia couldhear archos and the Babando the index had
to let him touch the boy,let his nails run through his silky hair,
caress the feathers of those raging andbroken wings that he had on his
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back and feel the scars of hiscastration. What she did asked sleepy why
she was going to see lindex hadreturned to the room. He locked the
door waiting for the boy to finish. He' s spitting in this glass.
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Patricia said here took a beautiful glassof Linde glass. He knelt next
to her. The heat irradiated fromhis body and smelled slightly of blood and
perfumed sweat. The boy' san angel. He said we brought her
here from paradise and then we mutilatedhim and perverted him. Patricia let go
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of a silly laugh. Our littlefallen angel continued that see here angel,
the boy dragged his feet through theroom as slow as a sleepwalker. Their
wings crackled like dry paper.“What do you want me to do with
this,” Patricia asked, knowingthe glass in her hand. I want
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you to see it, he replacedthe Index Bebe. She wet her tongue
in the warm. A clear beneficentexit foam commented on going into the immex.
The poor creature has been toy ofGod to know how many dirty old
whores faggots. As you can guess, his saliva is a disease farm.
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He paused smiling almost audibly. However, I insist that you drink it.
Patricia listened to the boy whining whilebeing forced to stand on all fours.
She spun the liquid in the glass. Bebe Despacia heard the tylynchney and the
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brush of the leather harnesses. Amatch lit up is that there was no
limit to what he could demand.All right, he said sniffing the glass
like an enenologist, he didn't smell anything. What I' ll
do and drink slowly shoveling that dull, tasteless kid' s saliva all the
(42:43):
way to the wells. While Bebíacould hear the boy gasping at being sodomized,
Patricia gave up the edge of thelying glass. Sida said I know
what a lie is. The boysqueaked with the voice of a bird something
(43:06):
had done to him. Límnex,Patricia waited for him to release the harnesses
and sit next to them.“I knew I was not wrong to see
you months ago,” he said“ He pulled the ring through his nipple,
drawing it into this way” Automatically, she opened her mouth and let
(43:28):
him put a dirty gift in hismouth. I knew you were worthy of
admission. Admission Wanted to know Patricia, admission to what the sound of her
own voice seemed to go and comeback. I was starting to feel weird,
remember? When I mentioned the encyclopedia, Trailey asked the index Yes,
(43:51):
fragments of music burst into Patricia's head, choral detonations. It felt
as if he put that through animmense Ancyclopedia braile Yes, what is it.
It' s not a thing.He reinstated a society here on your
knees. Touch me, she tookher hand, but you never let me.
(44:16):
She began feeling her excitement grow noiselesssound, recognizable as a panoramic ear
stereo. You heard I' malready doing it. He said you have
proved to have a strange appetite forthe sweet and rotten fruits of corruption.
(44:37):
I' m almost freaked out byso much dedication. Now I think it
' s time I let you tastethe most exquisite bite. He guided his
hand to his bare chest. Asher fingers passed through her skin, Patricia
was startled at what this is.He felt slightly with his s flames the
(45:00):
scars barely noticed. He was frightenedagain when he realized that the whole body
from head to toe had been disfigured. In the same way he toured a
row of stitches by suddenly losing hisbreath.“ It is braile,”
my God said,“ it isbraile, how strange I feel” He
(45:23):
filled his mouth and stopped his chatteringlike an obedient girl. She sucked and
swallowed and let her hands run overher skin.“ You have sputum angel
drink,” Lindex said. Hisvoice was pretoric of ambiguous echoes and reverberations.
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You drank the weirdest of narcotics.Now is the time for you to
read in me read to me.She read. Write down one hundred and
three. The deformation of spirit yourchildish, point forty- five. The
claim of decay points to two hundredand seventeen. The miracle of the lying
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face. Point fourteen. The atrociousbride points at one hundred and ninety-
one. Military sin points to twohundred and four. The window in sanc
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you are listening to Tuesday of terror, the soul in rabio gramstereo, rabio
(46:53):
work how strong, seems, buttoday I love it. You have good
taste, cori tony good. Andnow to see where we' re hearing
there' s a sign to seewhat puts planet of the gallant owners or
(47:15):
what, what, what, yeah, but what don' t you go
back there right now, but whata moment. This is mentine, this
is a mirage of our joeño.They manifest in a clear way. Oh,
let' s not that anything wesee can be a fantasy of ours.
(47:38):
And that' s, well,hairy such a wait wait a minute
I want a gigan sandwich good oldhouse and what are we going to do?
We can only walk and try tofind a sanglinda is a small solution.
Nor is there any better, becauselet' s take the road and
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as we try to put a solutionto this, let' s put an
end to today' s program,that I think we have had enough,
no doubt, because we don't do it if we first send a
greeting to our friends and the Facebookgroup literard Caosphere, books editions Bernathy Magazine
(48:22):
on the Train of the Witch andalso to all our listeners of Alma on
Radio, Glame, Stereo and Redotroubador in general, to those and listeners
of all our platforms. Thank youfor joining us tonight so special. Do
not forget that you can subscribe toour multi podcast lux project where you will
enjoy all our programs. Tuesday oferror, the grimor of the condemned weapons,
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cir sphere and erotic moments, tworhombuses. We' re on all
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can enjoy our voices when and whatyou want to watch follow ring something will
occur to me. My son,my son, your mother is looking for
(49:07):
you. Oh, my son,it' s so good to see you
warrior or. It' s nottime to fire the brave listeners, but
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don' t worry. Horrors arealways lurking and we will be ready to
scare you once more next week.So, if you can still sleep remember
that nightmares keep in the dark untilsoon
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