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waited long after the fire had sunken into ashes and cold. But mi madre Chupa never did come back to me. To relieve herself indeed, well she relieved herself that morning, relieved herself of me forever. That was her swan song with me, though I did not know it then.
    Since it was my mother cause me to excape from the Show to meet her then run away from me again, I decided to remain excaped and search for Tomasso who had swollen up my mother and burst out of her in a jail in Missoura, I do not even know which town. In searching for my half brother, I might just come upon my mother Chupa now excaped from me; and, who knew, might even come upon my father Hombre somewhere, running his long member up somebody; or sitting blue and old somewhere with a bottle of beer. Maybe I could bring us all together.

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More of La Biblia Blanca
    I HUNTED THEN Tomasso. But some feeling rises up into my head from the old White Bible to tell you about. Did you know about the time they were fishing, right after Jesucristo had been crucified some of his disciples was afishing, and a stranger on the shore called out to them have you got anything to eat? Tiene algo de comer? Well this rises up out of La Biblia to me. When one of the fishermen saw who it was he was so excited that he jumped out of the boat and run through the water to him. Twas Peter, querido Pedro . What love they had! How glad they were to see this friend that had been nailed and killed and put in the tomb and then come up to life only a few days before. That is a wondrous story about the beautiful man that was believed now to be dead, the very man that had already told these fishermen insomuch as you do it to the least of these you do it to me. Some days after they had killed him, Jesucristo come to the shore and asked for something to eat. I think Jesucristo is hungry, too, compadre . That he needs us all to feed him, too. Oh I would be very happy to give Him something to eat, and oh I think that probably I have given Him my whole body, that I have turned over my whole body of flesh to Him. That is, if He will have it. But I think, amigo , that if the Holy Spirit that I told you about cared so much about el rey orgulloso that ate grass, about Daniel among the feroz lions and about the paralyzed man that walked after thirty-eight years of paralysis and got arrested, and about oh so many others like you and me with holy wishes and wild feelings, I think, then, that that Holy Spirit, Espíritu Santo , would care as much for me, an older runaway at large in the world and looking for God and for his mother. Because you see, Señor , I live in a dangerous possibility of giving myself to myself, comprendes? Is possible. Sometimes in true love, tender and soft, other times, Señor, Señora, Señorita , in plain wild chingando , that is the word for it, con permiso , have to tell you that, have to be honest, have to tell you the truth. This is the possibility that always hovers over me. Flexo, the boneless acrobat in the Show, was able to kiss hisself, bent his body into a wheel of hisself and kissed it, Shanks charged extra for men to see it, but I’m not talking about that. Comprendes? You wan hear? If you was to lift my shirt you would find a sight, and I bet your feelings would be so mixed up that you would run away from me, too, like my mother Chupa did. Being all things in one, I was made self-sufficient. I am equipped for lust, just sitting down or standing in one place, tantalized by my own very body, sometimes itching and burning, sometimes soft open and hard, lip and cod, one part hungering for the other, and it available and welcoming and no hunt necessary, hunter and hunted I hunt myself, the hunt leads me no farther than the distance of a reach across my own body, what I seek in my maddened quest is at hand, a simple journey of my fingers, merely within grasp, yet I have gone almost loco in the game of it, the tricks and games, I became cunning, I became shifty and