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2016-03-13 01:39:29
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>I was only 9 years old
>I loved Borges so much, I had read all the poetry and short stories
>I pray to Borges every night before bed, thanking him for the life I've been given
>"Borges is love" I say; "Borges is life"
>My dad hears me and calls me a faggot
>I know he was just jealous of my devotion for Borges
>I called him a cunt
>He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep
>I'm crying now, and my face hurts
>I lay in bed and it's really cold
>Suddenly, a warmth is moving towards me
>It's Borges
>I am so happy
He whispers into my ear "so Salomon giveth his sentence, that all novelty is but oblivion."
>He grabs me with his powerful Argentinian hands and puts me down onto my hands and knees
>I'm ready
>I spread my ass-cheeks for Borges
>He penetrates my butt-hole with a massive tome of Anglo-saxon grammar
>It hurts so much but I do it for Borges
>I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water
>I push against his force
>I want to please Borges
>He roars in a mighty roar as he fills my butt with rhetorics
>My dad walks in
>Borges looks him straight in the eyes and says "vi el Aleph, desde todos los puntos, vi en el Aleph la tierra, y en la tierra otra vez el Aleph y en el Aleph la tierra, vi mi cara y mis vísceras, vi tu cara, y sentí vértigo y lloré, porque mis ojos habían visto ese objeto secreto y conjetural, cuyo nombre usurpan los hombres, pero que ningún hombre ha mirado: el inconcebible universo."
>Borges leaves through my window
>Borges is love. Borges is life.
