Joia Vanidad XIII (y cuarto)
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Joia Vanidad XIII (y cuarto)
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Son bonitas tantas “o” juntas. Si las miras fijamente durante unos instantes parecen miles y miles de huevecillos puestos por alguna ave. Todos rectos, todos en fila, dispuestos a eclosionar en breve.
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Son bonitas tantas “g” juntas. Si las miras fijamente durante un rato comienzan a parecer cabezas de pollitos asomando del nido y pidiendo desesperadamente que las alimenten. Yo quiero alimentar a mis “g” pero no tengo con qué.
¿Se comerán mis “g” a otras letras? Si yo fuera “g” me comería las “j”. Las jotas joden a mis ges. Les robaron jefe y jirafa, pero todavía no han podido con geranio. Ni con gemir. Gemir es una palabra bonita, aunque también puede ser fea, depende de quien gima y por qué lo haga. Les voy a dar unas poquitas jotas y que las más fuertes se las coman, pura selección natural.
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¡Ahí están! Míralas, son ridículas tan juntas, realmente feas. Merecen ser comidas. ¡Son vuestras mis niñas!, alimentaros y crecer.
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Me quiero morir, a veces, me quiero morir. Cuando crece todo es feo. Pierde la inocencia y se torna vulgar. Mis ges que han comido son ahora feas y gordas. Las otras son chiquitinas y bonitas, pero se van a morir de hambre. Yo no debería haber crecido jamás.
Si pudiera, volvería a ser chiquito y a escribir tonterías. Pero ya no puedo, ya no se. Ahora todo lo escribo se convierte irremediablemente en una obra de arte. Ojalá no tuviera tanto talento, ojalá pudiera ser tan mediocre como casi todos los que escriben aquí.
Vuestro, esto no es lo que parece;
Dolordebarriga
Son bonitas tantas “o” juntas. Si las miras fijamente durante unos instantes parecen miles y miles de huevecillos puestos por alguna ave. Todos rectos, todos en fila, dispuestos a eclosionar en breve.
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Son bonitas tantas “g” juntas. Si las miras fijamente durante un rato comienzan a parecer cabezas de pollitos asomando del nido y pidiendo desesperadamente que las alimenten. Yo quiero alimentar a mis “g” pero no tengo con qué.
¿Se comerán mis “g” a otras letras? Si yo fuera “g” me comería las “j”. Las jotas joden a mis ges. Les robaron jefe y jirafa, pero todavía no han podido con geranio. Ni con gemir. Gemir es una palabra bonita, aunque también puede ser fea, depende de quien gima y por qué lo haga. Les voy a dar unas poquitas jotas y que las más fuertes se las coman, pura selección natural.
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¡Ahí están! Míralas, son ridículas tan juntas, realmente feas. Merecen ser comidas. ¡Son vuestras mis niñas!, alimentaros y crecer.
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Me quiero morir, a veces, me quiero morir. Cuando crece todo es feo. Pierde la inocencia y se torna vulgar. Mis ges que han comido son ahora feas y gordas. Las otras son chiquitinas y bonitas, pero se van a morir de hambre. Yo no debería haber crecido jamás.
Si pudiera, volvería a ser chiquito y a escribir tonterías. Pero ya no puedo, ya no se. Ahora todo lo escribo se convierte irremediablemente en una obra de arte. Ojalá no tuviera tanto talento, ojalá pudiera ser tan mediocre como casi todos los que escriben aquí.
Vuestro, esto no es lo que parece;
Dolordebarriga
POR DESGRACIA YA SE ME PASÓ LA INDIGNACIÓN. DE UN TIEMPO A ESTA PARTE TODO ME VALE VERGA. MAL, TODO MAL.
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Es muy original, desde luego, aunque la última frase desentone.
¿Nos vas a revelar el misterio?
¿Nos vas a revelar el misterio?
A la vuelta pasé por al lado de la tuya casa, saqué la cabesa desde mi hauto y grité: CHURETICAS!
una bandada de gabiotar alzó el vuelo, el sol iba sumerjiendose entre las montañias y solo me contestó el eco de mi propia vos...
una bandada de gabiotar alzó el vuelo, el sol iba sumerjiendose entre las montañias y solo me contestó el eco de mi propia vos...
Qué pasa con las jotas, somos personas, haciendo cola. Delante del cajero 4j jjj jjjjjjj jjjjjjjjj
sacando dinero
Las jotas, minúsculas, la masa anónima, y tu te burlas. Que no hay talento en la masa anónima, que siempre andamos haciendo ruido como de escupitajo, que andamos encorvaos y que somos feos.
sacando dinero
Las jotas, minúsculas, la masa anónima, y tu te burlas. Que no hay talento en la masa anónima, que siempre andamos haciendo ruido como de escupitajo, que andamos encorvaos y que somos feos.
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pluscuamperfecto escribió:Este texto es mio hijo de puta de mierda y lo puedo demostrar ante todo el foro.
será, pero esta parte en concreto
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me la habeis plagiado LITERALMENTE los dos.
Y podría demostrarlo ante todo el foro, pero no hace falta.
Vuestro, Dolores Fuertes de Barriga
Urdu escribió: Tengo fotos actualizadas de mi rabo.
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Mi querido Pluscuamperfecto:
¿Y que vas a hacer, escanearme tu cuadernillo de ortografía firmado por tu maestra de primaria para demostrarlo?
Tú, ggggggggg;
Dolordebarriga
Tú, ggggggggg;
Dolordebarriga
POR DESGRACIA YA SE ME PASÓ LA INDIGNACIÓN. DE UN TIEMPO A ESTA PARTE TODO ME VALE VERGA. MAL, TODO MAL.