“visiting My Friend Barbara Alves In Europe—she Welcomed Me With A Large, Firm Gift”

A grave was dug for them, a few words from the Bible were read and then they were buried after a cross was put on their heads. He told me at one point that his grandfather, who among other things was a hunter, had once, on one of his travels, ended up in a remote hamlet called Mistveil where he found a lot of mythological creatures: elves, fairies, minotaurs, centaurs and many others that he could not even remember. How come the number of inhabitants had not changed at all in so many years? It was neither a dream nor a hallucination because Lila sat on top of me and I could feel her sweet weight pressing against my penis. He made it through the mist and made it safely home and hasn’t told many people what he’d been through since.