Joven y alocada Page #4

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We go to the movies.

"But don't turn off your

cell phone," Mother says.

We eat ice cream,

and I give him my puppy-dog eyes

while licking it with my porno-tongue,

so that he'll think,

"I'll forget about God,

"about virginity, and all that crap,

and I'm gonna f*** her speechless. "

I'm not asking for the Moon

All I want is to love you

I want to be that wildness

That vibrates deep inside of you

I'm not asking for the Moon

I'm just asking for the moment

To rescue that skin and steal the star

That you and I see when we make love

And Cogwheel Jack is,

like, everyone's favorite.

But you like him because he's gross.

No, he's not gross,

but the thing is that

when he's fighting,

he sits down on his

contender's face and wins.

What?

When did you see that?

Tere.

No, the thing is,

we go see them during our lunch break,

but it's just for a little while.

Yes, a very short while.

And then they go right

back to the station

and don't stop anywhere else.

I don't know.

Even though we were all

like that, kind of happy,

a certain fatality

could be felt in the air.

And what has to happen

on a fatal day happened,

as hard to believe as it may be.

Get down on the floor, or I'll kill you!

Let's go! Hand over all of your jewelry.

Place a protection

barrier around us, Lord.

Place a barrier of

angels around us, Lord.

Toms asked the Lord

to place a barrier around us and blah.

Father spoke in tongues,

and it seems like the Lord listened

because the thugs

passed right by our table

and never looked at us.

They didn't look at the

tables next to us either.

There are two possibilities.

Our prayer- I

don't know if mine-

helped us save all the

sinners from the nearby tables

from the robbery.

Our prayer didn't do a

thing, because if God exists,

he's worrying about any old thing

except for that restaurant.

And the third option, the coolest one,

is that all the tables

around us were Evangelical,

and they were all praying

for a protection barrier.

Fourth option:

you gave your "Mr. Thug,

don't steal from me,

and I'll suck your dick" face,

and then orgy with the thugs.

Fifth option:
who cares?

The only thing that matters

is that now Mom loves him so much-

as much as she can within

her mother possibilities-

that she lets me go out with him

and the internet is back.

You turned out so classy, Danilca.

I would have robbed you with this

hard gun I have between my legs.

Dani, girl, what's going

on with your stories?

I have to tell you

something really cool.

Log on to MSN when you're less caged up.

I came across this

blog without wanting to,

and I wanted to say that perhaps

you haven't gotten to

know the Lord's true love.

The important thing is that

you're going to know true love,

the one from down here.

This has nothing to do with this,

but I saw the best cat ever,

and I had to tell you about it.

I was checking the internet

browser history the other day.

Mom was looking up your friends' names.

She also looked up teenage depression

and that boyfriend of yours

from three years ago, Diego.

She also looked up Young & Wild.

F***, f***!

What?

F***, f***, f***!

The d*cks, the pussies-

it all comes out into the light!

Exposed fornicator,

dead fornicator, f***!

I'm joking.

"I'm joking. "

So what's the deal?

Can she look up anything that I've seen?

Yeah, but you have to

clear the browsing history.

How do you do that?

Press there.

"Clear history. "

That's it.

That's easy.

She also looked up Pete Montana, look.

Pete Montana with no last name?

Yes, just like that.

Pete is the name of my

sister Julia's boyfriend.

Montana is the name of the state

where my sister's boyfriend comes from.

Calling him Pete Montana

is like calling someone Helmut Germany

or Juanito Santiago.

The story of Pete Montana

can be told in three phrases.

Sister fornicated and

secretly married Pete Montana.

Mother could not forgive her.

Mother doesn't let me see my sister.

My aunt lived at the beach

before she got cancer

and came to live with us.

One day, she invites me to her house.

My sister is at the beach.

My aunt planned it.

We have an encounter that

feels like an illicit romance.

We go to the beach. We watch the sunset.

We walk by the shore.

We eat beachy things.

We watch the sunset again.

While we're happy,

my aunt turns her cell phone

off for the whole weekend.

She doesn't want Mother to call her.

Since these wheels are made

of rubber instead of silicone,

they've got a better grip

on the street, get it?

Let's go check it out.

The pastor's sermon...

We have gotten to know Jesus Christ-

not a cheap or hypocritical religion

but Jesus Christ himself.

He's the one who has set us free.

And that's the bomb:

to live life to the fullest

in our lord Jesus Christ.

And we've come here with problems,

with difficulties, with tests,

with obstacles that may have

to do with drug addiction,

with alcoholism,

but we have come here to

know and to understand,

for an obvious reason,

that there is a God

that loves us and that

accepts us just the way we are.

But when we arrive to God,

there's an absolute change in our lives.

There's a change of heart.

There's a change of mind.

The truth is condensed in

the persona of Jesus Christ.

There is no other

truth bigger than that.

Do you know why, brothers?

Because this truth for you

and for me has made us free.

Could you give these tapes to Antonia?

A new love

I never thought that I could find him

Who gave my life a reason to love

Jesus, my love and more

than love will always be

Jesus, my love and more

than love will always be

Jesus, my love and more than love

Thank you.

He gets so Evangeloony sometimes.

You haven't slept with him yet?

He doesn't even want

me to touch his dick.

Has anyone ever told you,

"No, I don't want to sleep with you"?

Once I was with a person

that was a bit scared,

but it passed.

Why scared?

Maybe not scared but uptight.

Did the person relax?

Yes.

How?

Hey, come to my birthday party.

Bring Toms with you.

I'm not allowed to go out at night.

But tell Toms to ask

your mom for permission.

Come see me.

And now could you please let me work?

Father, thou who art in heaven

Father, who art in my heart

For years now, the idea of a threesome-

a boyfriend and a little classmate

that had dark circles

around her eyes, huge tits,

and a face of eternal f***.

I said to boyfriend,

"I think about her. "

Boyfriend calls one day and says,

"I dreamt about you and her. "

Liar. No f***ing way he dreamt of it.

He probably jacked off very

consciously and thought,

"if I tell her I dreamt of

it, she won't get jealous. "

But I was jealous, just a little,

eclipsed by my once-again fiery twat.

Once almost, at M's house,

but I got scared of I don't know what.

But now at the

Toms-Antonia party, I think,

"Third time's a charm. "

I think again,

"Fornication with him,

with her, together,

is the perfect love

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