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A REQUIEM TO OUR HOMELAND
a TvTome Forum Fiction
[There first was silence...then there was Kinky, with "Mas Y Mas"...listen to it while reading for added ambience!]
Life’s a bitch and don’t we know it; we’re always hoping for better things to happen, we always wish for our pathetic excuses of lives to take a turn for the better. And what do we do to achieve this goal…work hard… or not? There are those that believe in luck, but they’re crazy, so no one believes them.
Most of the population has given up on luck, they prefer to live their saddening existences day by day. Just like our buddy, who has just opened an eye after his horrible nightmare involving item’s forbidden by more than twenty countries. He had believed in this game of eternal bad luck called “Lottery” by the masses, which seemed to prefer giving it’s immeasurable amounts of money to the poor and needed… rather than to the virgin and lusty like himself. Besides, not only luck was against him on this one… also math, for what are the chances of winning the lottery? Slim to none? So what is the chance for a virgin adolescent like himself to win it?
-¡¡Gané la lotería!! ¡¡Hora de follar!!-
(I won the lottery!! Time to fuck!!)
Not as slim as we hoped.
Yet, sometime after this soon to be unfortunate event took place, the adolescent was still… pretty much a virgin.
-Ni las putas quieren conmigo... más vale que consulte mi suerte.-
(Not even the ho's wanna make a man outta me... I'd better consult my luck)
Hoping to get some kind of spiritual guidance, or drown his sorrow with food poisoning, whichever came first, the kid decided to take a trip to the rather small and secluded Chinese corner of, guess where? Jalisco!
What’s that, you ask? It’s a state of Mexico… dimwits.
A REQUIEM TO OUR HOMELAND
a TvTome Forum Fiction
[There first was silence...then there was Kinky, with "Mas Y Mas"...listen to it while reading for added ambience!]
Life’s a bitch and don’t we know it; we’re always hoping for better things to happen, we always wish for our pathetic excuses of lives to take a turn for the better. And what do we do to achieve this goal…work hard… or not? There are those that believe in luck, but they’re crazy, so no one believes them.
Most of the population has given up on luck, they prefer to live their saddening existences day by day. Just like our buddy, who has just opened an eye after his horrible nightmare involving item’s forbidden by more than twenty countries. He had believed in this game of eternal bad luck called “Lottery” by the masses, which seemed to prefer giving it’s immeasurable amounts of money to the poor and needed… rather than to the virgin and lusty like himself. Besides, not only luck was against him on this one… also math, for what are the chances of winning the lottery? Slim to none? So what is the chance for a virgin adolescent like himself to win it?
-¡¡Gané la lotería!! ¡¡Hora de follar!!-
(I won the lottery!! Time to fuck!!)
Not as slim as we hoped.
Yet, sometime after this soon to be unfortunate event took place, the adolescent was still… pretty much a virgin.
-Ni las putas quieren conmigo... más vale que consulte mi suerte.-
(Not even the ho's wanna make a man outta me... I'd better consult my luck)
Hoping to get some kind of spiritual guidance, or drown his sorrow with food poisoning, whichever came first, the kid decided to take a trip to the rather small and secluded Chinese corner of, guess where? Jalisco!
What’s that, you ask? It’s a state of Mexico… dimwits.