A long time ago, me and my trusted friend Alan, were writting some scripts for some comic-books. However, Mr. Moore, got his mind stuck with two crazy ideas. One of the was a graphic novel of some guy that look just like Guy Fawkes, and he was going to release London and send it to anarchy. The other was a 12-part story about some super-heroes in a world where the cold war never ended, and USA won Vietnam.
I did not want to discourage him, but I told him that he should get some real job, like being an accountant. However he did not hear me, and he let his hair grow (also his beard), and he started wearing some ugly gipsy rings (he said that they were MAGICAL rings).
Nowadays he sure is working in some McDonalds or something like that, only because he did not want to hear me. However, some dude said that he is the owner of a castle and the most acclaimed writter in comic-book industries, but, I do not believe in castles, so I think he was bluffing.
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hola hola!!
no pusiste nada che...
y no puedo leer,todo mal
Besos
el gran Romar Marr,
iluminista de orquestas electricas,
disparecirecirá cumpletuitamente a
las oscurecidades de la igenotorancia de la mundo moderna.
hay falsos profetas dando vueltas,
pero con la filofosfosofia en una mano y sofia coppola en la otra, Roman prevalecerá por sobre aquello.
el es el gran eructito.
salve !
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