trato de novios
an autopsy of desireLeave an Offering.
Confess Your Sins.
Hellscape. Ground zero. Brutal. Brutally honest.
Bodies in motion. Traffic stopped at the light. Vacant stares. Shit eating grins. The story is made up, but the world it depicts is not.
Just another way to grope. Manhandle. Profiting off of something that isn't yours.
Maybe there's more to it than that.
Whoever wrote this shit better be ready for payback.
Take a good look. Remember her face. You won't see her again. No one will.
Cállate el hocico, wey. You paid her to moan for you. The least you can do is listen to what she has to say.
That's the work. Pay the cover. Or stand outside in the rain. Your call. La máquina no da cambio.
Read the Latest Draft.
Here's your chance.
In Mexico? Send one hundred pesos to this Spin account: 4217 4701 0235 0093. Put your email address where it says "concepto de pago."
In the USA? Send six dollars via Zelle to this account: dulceheller64@gmail.com. Put your email address in the space for "memo."
Either way, in 24 hours you'll get an email with a code that lets you read the latest draft. You'll get a message once a week announcing the update. The code lasts a month or a little longer. You must include an email address to get a code. It's on you to get another code when the time is up.
Not impressed? Lost interest? It all goes away on its own.
It speaks to you or it doesn't. You want more or you don't.
Truth is found in the unscripted, the uncomfortable, and the unresolved.
Root for a killer.
Ask if money can hide what's broken.
Go home. Good night.
More.
Throw a Punch.
Call It a Confession.
Extras. Cost Extra.
El patrón se volvió loco.
¡Pásele, caballero! ¡Pásele!
Versión en español.
