Party Time?

 

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By Alberto Pupo

The club is popping, and everyone is jumping, I can feel every single bump, and it makes me a feel a little bit horny! The Ecstasy is kicking into overdrive, and I am feeling good. Miami Life is tight! This is where I want to be. I was born and raised up in prim and proper New England, where the people are wack, and the bitches are way too uptight! Here I Miami they are scanty and ready to party, this is how I like my women. Since I got into town, I have heard rumors and whispers that something major is about to go down… Word around the streets is that there is a revolution coming! And hell revolution is in my blood considering I am from the cradle of America and the spirit of 1776 is running through my veins!
The DJ is now turning up the bass; I am smiling at a beautiful, mocha skinned princess, who is giving me a boner just by looking at her. I don’t speak any Spanish, but this white boy is ready to party! White women are a tad boring… (especially the frigid queens from my hometown). Suddenly as I am about to ride the wave of ecstasy on all level, I hear the music comes to a sudden stop. There is a lot of pushing and shoving and obscenities Continue reading “Party Time?”

A crash landing (Journal Entry)

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It was another fight. Words exchanged over the same bullshit. We are sick of the Federal Government and its boot constantly on the neck our enterprise. “Estamos cansado de esta mierda.” My parents left Cuba to provide us with a better life and in Miami we thought we had paradise. Anything was possible according to the American Dream… but now it has become a nightmare. Regulation, after regulation, they are choking the Continue reading “A crash landing (Journal Entry)”

Stargates?

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By Alberto Pupo

They are after me. I knew I should not have done it, but for a woman, you end up doing just about anything. It was all supposed to be a wild lark, they were drunk and found themselves walking near that accursed facility. It was heavily guarded (or so I believed), every once in a while a drone would fly by just to make sure that everything was still in order. That is when she looked at me with her beautiful baby blues and told me how hot Continue reading “Stargates?”

Freedom?

By Alberto Pupo

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He was finally free. It has been a long struggle, but at long last, he was free from that infernal place. No more listening to the constant chatter, the strange way the people would look at you. No more listening to constant sounds of lawnmowers. Finally hitting his 18th birthday, he is allowed to roam wherever he may desire.  He will not be held back anymore. He hopped in his car this morning, blasted the radio, and started to drive. He drove for hours until the gas monster needed to be fed. He stops at a small desolate gas station, the kind of gas station that is manned by a bored meth junkie, sitting out back wanking off to a playboy mag straight from the rack. He knows that in a few Continue reading “Freedom?”

In Service of Mammon

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By: Alberto Pupo

It is not every day that you stumble onto a hidden conspiracy. A plot to take us all into another realm of existence. The ritual is strange… The players are somewhat stranger… A group of silver headed oil executives each one of them with only a few years left to spare. They stand in a circle holding hands, kissing the idol of Mammon. I watch this Continue reading “In Service of Mammon”

Fate of the Self Righteous

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By Alberto Pupo

She feels like a true hero… she continues to click through the dating application and is smiling with glee at her most recent discovery. A young man, with a wife and kids.. and here is searching for something on the side! She smiles, with a sadistic glee, another life Continue reading “Fate of the Self Righteous”