>>5964710The victory towards the swine of evil forced some parts of your spirit to mature suddenly, as a result your body will be all messed up when you grow up.
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The baby stood like the men from older times once claimed he would! The ancestors shout through the underworld and through the pit of maggots they disintegrated from, in the air you smell their admiration.
"Fly child!! in you theres power, in you there is paaghhh--"
The silence of the pampa is all that remains, you fly beyond the cradle and land in the border of the floor. The pig has melted with the patterned tiles, and in them you see her swollen expression, her hunger, the craving for sweetness, the corpse of the pig became a bridge, so colossal it attracted your body closer and closer towards its center. Only the hole of her mouth and the full wrinkles of fat remain carved on the tile, your face aches.
There is only so many paths, and nothing beyond. The end of the world, the mouth of the bridge of lard, and then wherever it leads
"oh solemn caramel, your gut may give you a clue, but beware of the gut in front of you, beware of what you will become, piglet of short tail!"
Some drunken spirit speaks.
What will the baby do?
God sees him with a smug, attempting to confuse his thoughts by giving the spirits their voice.
