A madman has escaped from an asylum. In his aimless wandering enters a room. There is held a contest for wine tasters. Searches them all to insane analytical, looking at each form and each movement. There are people who behave strangely and even more strangely dressed. Perhaps they are not human. He knows that he is human, I have said, but does not remember how, and unable to make the comparison between himself and those people, your brain takes you on a new journey to the bottom of unreason.
Moves lost, not unnoticed, looking doubtful face waitresses offering canapés, thinking that those nymphs may be offering the most precious nectar of the gods at times, believing they are giving poison devils others.
get dizzy with so much stimulus around him. The din that fills the room tie the mind of the madman on the depth of the dark, away from reality and taking it back to the world beyond recognition that is forged from years ago in his brain.
tasters spit drink and wine. For the crazy penguins are monstrous drinking and spitting blood. Some laugh and cry as they carry out such an unholy rite. The waitresses are walking as inviting people to join the orgy of blood, offering food and smiling at everyone who crosses their paths. When you cross the crazy, dreads the smile of the girl and runs to hide in the toilet.
knowing looks around every part of the new room, look in the mirror to try to compare with outsiders. Do not know if they are the same or different, but what the mirror reflects is not the same that he has seen in the tasting room.
was scared and upset, your heart is not beating, vibrates your whole body vibrates. Your pupils dilate and begins to feel dry mouth. Hot thick at the bottom of an itchy throat and tongue that tells that soon will have another view.
falls to the floor in the round, his eye fixed on the ceiling lights and how to expand and narrow at the rate blood flows through the veins of his temple. The foam that leaves your mouth is getting whiter. No one has entered the basin but the voices of monsters in the room heard increasingly close and screeching.
The fear takes hold of him and his heart races even more horrors aching with every beat. The light stops waving and everything goes to the darkness. Loses consciousness for several seconds to recover soon after.
He kneels, looks down, vomits and looks at his hands. It seems that everything is in order. More than before, even, no longer hear the voices of devils. Hell seems to be freezing outside.
Now is the sink so every time you press more. The walls threatening to fall over him if they curve. The light is fading all around him and soon you will not see beyond their noses. Open the door and out of the darkness to light, having finally rid of the voices that tormented her head for years.
Moves lost, not unnoticed, looking doubtful face waitresses offering canapés, thinking that those nymphs may be offering the most precious nectar of the gods at times, believing they are giving poison devils others.
get dizzy with so much stimulus around him. The din that fills the room tie the mind of the madman on the depth of the dark, away from reality and taking it back to the world beyond recognition that is forged from years ago in his brain.
tasters spit drink and wine. For the crazy penguins are monstrous drinking and spitting blood. Some laugh and cry as they carry out such an unholy rite. The waitresses are walking as inviting people to join the orgy of blood, offering food and smiling at everyone who crosses their paths. When you cross the crazy, dreads the smile of the girl and runs to hide in the toilet.
knowing looks around every part of the new room, look in the mirror to try to compare with outsiders. Do not know if they are the same or different, but what the mirror reflects is not the same that he has seen in the tasting room.
was scared and upset, your heart is not beating, vibrates your whole body vibrates. Your pupils dilate and begins to feel dry mouth. Hot thick at the bottom of an itchy throat and tongue that tells that soon will have another view.
falls to the floor in the round, his eye fixed on the ceiling lights and how to expand and narrow at the rate blood flows through the veins of his temple. The foam that leaves your mouth is getting whiter. No one has entered the basin but the voices of monsters in the room heard increasingly close and screeching.
The fear takes hold of him and his heart races even more horrors aching with every beat. The light stops waving and everything goes to the darkness. Loses consciousness for several seconds to recover soon after.
He kneels, looks down, vomits and looks at his hands. It seems that everything is in order. More than before, even, no longer hear the voices of devils. Hell seems to be freezing outside.
Now is the sink so every time you press more. The walls threatening to fall over him if they curve. The light is fading all around him and soon you will not see beyond their noses. Open the door and out of the darkness to light, having finally rid of the voices that tormented her head for years.
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