Chapter One
Marivalda’s Arms
Marivalda and Wallace were in love in that warm Brazilian summer of 2015. Full of love. Love floating from the ears and noses and covering their sweaty bodies and old clothes. Love, love, love. Love in the air. Love in the land. But at that precious moment, love was is the water, few centimeters above the surface, as Marivalda and Wallace were touching each other with passion and without any shame, inside an inflatable boat, sailing in the direction of a small portion of land, some miles away from Marajo Island.
The merciless sun was melting the top of their heads when the bottom of the boat touched the sand floor, and then, exiting toward the beach, the couple, spotted a breathless and scared black lady, naked, disheveled hair and rotten teeth, wondering, madly, while shaking Marvivalda’s arms:
- Where is he? Where is that magician?
Chapter Two
A bar in Dallas
After another cold day with the feeling that his life evaporated as he analyzed the euro exchange rate on the Mac Book Air, Donald McDonald pushed the door of the Frederick’s and sat down heavily on a padded bench on the edge of the counter. He ordered a beer and looked at the TV. The journalist, alarmed, spoke in torrents. But he could not listen. The TV was mute. He looked down and read the text written below the screen: Michelle Obama is found in Brazil after three years missing.
Chapter Three
Nothing to do with Kelly McGrabin
No doubt about that. Kelly McGrabin really was one of the members of the infamous but also glamorous dish washers gang from the east side of the San Francisco Bay that suddenly started to flew around orchids plantations like that ancient smelly witches did in the early days of the struggling between the cats of Auntie Dida and the butterflies of her foster parents Elijah and Pontiac McDonald.
However, McGrabin, that started her life as a baby and have never worried about the absence of vitamin C in her blood, usually preferred to study the history of the sudden cases of coprophagia among elderly in Belgians asylums during the First World War until late at night (sited over her sleeping parents, remembering the salty taste of the thousand nails of penguins corpses that she licked after Carlin McFrancis came back from the Gozaldos Island in march of 2012) and rarely flew around orchids plantations with the other members of that hilarious and dearly missed group. Thus, she was protected and dry when the thirty ex-dishwashers were gunned down by the police force of San Francisco on a cold and rainy April morning, while the gang and their neon wings flew over the orchids and daisies’s plantation of the deputy mayor Toby Manning.
But this story is not about McGrabin and the penis that started to grow in her forehead two weeks before her marriage. Also, this touching story is not about the man that pretended to be a mailman and got free buses rides for almost twenty years until the date in which a school bus run over him and destroyed the tumor that was starting to grow inside his brain.
This story has to do with a dangerous sickness that silently started to destroy one of the greatest empires that existed on Earth, forty years ago. That menace attended to the name of Juan de la Rosa. A Spaniard. A magician. A plague. A tumor. Perhaps an ex-google employee made in some Al Qaeda’s laboratory to destroy the freedom and the American way of life. Maybe we are talking here about witchcraft, sorcery or wizardry. Or maybe we are talking shit. But maybe not. Maybe not. Maybe this is real. And you, Brasil, is the next victim.
Let’s begin with a simple question: Can you imagine how difficult it is for a Texas-born husband to see his wife sucking a huge european cock right in front of him, as he realize that he has no way of stopping her because he is linked against a chair on a stage in front of all his family on his 90th birthday?
(No, you can’t. Obama can, as we soon will see.)
Franco de la Monica didn’t imagine that anything like that could happened to him until the day in which his 79th years old wife Monica de la Monica actually sucked a Spanish magician’s cock in front of all her family while cradled her grandson in her arms.
After called Franco to take the stage and tie him to a chair, Rosa walked down towards Monica putting out his already rigid dick while all the presents stared, petrified, the vexing, nasty moment. Until the end of life, the senator struggled to believe that his wife had been taken by some unscrupulous spell. But he would never be sure of that.
Chapter Four
The whereabouts of the man who ejaculated on the whisky of a U.S senator
Shortly after the horrific event, the ninety years old U.S. senator did not hesitate and immediately started using his entire political arsenal to discover the whereabouts of that Spaniard magician that, after ejaculating inside the glass of whiskey that he himself gladly sipped before being invited to attend to a supposed not dangerous magic number, turned into smoke and leaked through the reception’s window tilting, getting away from the Macadamias Studios Plaza in New York without being caught by the U.S. Secret Service guarding the place.
After the party at Macadamias Studios, the poor senator could no longer look into the eyes of his wife. Whenever she came near him, while he was drinking yogurt in the kitchen or watching Top Chef in their bedroom, the senator remembered the nauseating scent of the Spanish’s cock being pumped inside his wife’s mounth - a mixture of saliva, cherry lipstick and sour cock long maintained within shorts in summer.
Gradually, as the investigations and searches for the damn Spanish continued with full force, the vitality of Senator decay remarkably. Months later, after his wife committed suicide sticking a baseball bat down her own throat, the senator called a meeting with his party’s members in Washington, in which we would communicate that he was leaving politics to die alone and, hopefully, soon, flooding his lungs with liquid content expunged by his own punished retinas.
What happened at the meeting, however, was unexpected. Not only senator de la Monica appeared with the shattered health, on the verge of a fatal collapse. Senators James Kellogs, Sammy Sakuraba, Vinny O'Toole and Claudio Perdigoto also looked like shit sitting around the ancient oak table at the Congress. There was communicated, in extreme confidence, that what happened with de la Monica also happened with all the leading members of the Republican Party of the United States of America.
Mysteriously, without even getting hired, a strange hispanic magician attended to politicians festivities, acting as the catalyst of pure perversion scenes. The Spanish magician obligated Kellogs’s father to fuck Kellogs’s wife ass while Kellogs was also tied to a chair, having nothing to do against that horrible moment in the human history.
- My case was not so bad – thought de la Monica, after hearing Kellogg’s story.
The truth is that their lives were over as they were strapped into the chair by the mysterious magician, which they neither knew would attend the party. Consequently, the politician’s energy, which has accompanied them since their youth, faded away. Soon, the Republican Party would end.
A year later, the FBI was caught off guard. At a birthday party for Michelle Obama, a magician Spanish suddenly materialized in the White House. Even the hundreds agents could do nothing to prevent the magician to do the dreaded presentation –they were petrified. Obama, even aware about what happened in the previous year with key members of his party, walked toward the magician, whose eyes sparkled. The president seemed dominated by a strange force as he walked, as if under a spell. Obama did not fight, even knowing what would happen next, and meekly allowed himself to be tied to a chair. The magician left the president behind and walked toward the first lady, lowering his pants.
The rest is history. Obama stuck a bullet against his head after Michele, like the wives of other politicians who didn’t kill herselves, left him and fled with the magician to an unknown location. Actually, that was what the evil force behind the magician wanted us to think. The reality is that the politician’s wives, who had their will controlled by a spell of the magician, were taken to small and isolated islands scattered across the globe to die as their husbands, dry and bitter in the loneliness of our incomprehensible world.
Chapter Five
The equilibrium of the Earth
In the following years, no president has managed to stay in office for long. Thus, men who assumed command of the largest global power were increasingly disqualified and worked immersed in an atmosphere of tension and fear.
Cases and more cases of magical Spaniards were reported in the country months after the suicide of President. Now the target was common families, which were destroyed one after another. Shortly after, the United States were on the verge of an unprecedented civil war. Thus began the decline of the American empire.
What happened in America in the distant decade of 2010 was not an isolated event in human history. And it would not be the last.
The mysterious force that demoralizes every major global power, causing it to enter into decline and eventually perish, according to scholars, who found rare documents hidden within small fossilized feces, has been responsible for similar events in Greece and Rome, shortly before the birth of Christ.
The next target, logically, would be Brazil, the current world power today, in 2044. Curiously, is scheduled for today the sixty years anniversary of the current president, Fabio Saar. His wife, a lovely lady, is now passing lipstick on her thin and dry lips, not knowing what to expect in a few hours. History repeats itself, and the fall of another mightiness nation starts with a blowjob.
