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BLOCKS

a short story

on the importance of a daily meditation about the direction of humankind and the proper ways of recreating a murder

BY BEN BELTRAN

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Immanuel's birth 1946, a torn down house in the middle of the lake. There are no fishes in the lake. This was the first vision before i felt the presence of Immanuel inside the modest waterbound residence. I could swear I was flying, and if I knew better I would swear it upon the bible.

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Immanuel himself The person himself was one of noteworthy appearance, his twisted body was easily compared to the cavemen drawings from before i was born. There he was a deformed malcontent touching the breasts of all the maidens as he strolled down the market.

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The First Block The blocks started to appear to him when we met. A rainy sunday, March of 1942. The first block, and the smallest one to date contained five balls inside it and three rings around it. He saw a silver flame on the walls of the block and he ate it without giving it much thought.

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The Second Block The second block appearred from his rectum. It was a big white perfect cube. This time he procured to cut it in pieces before entwining his tongue around the sharp edges of the geometrical shapes that followed him. This was the last block in the year of 1942.

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The Apology

Immanuel

sorry

said

i'm

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El idioma Immanuel aprende a hablar español en 1906 bajo el tutelaje de un prestigiado instructor Mexicano de nombre Antonio Villa del Toro. Esto se le olvida para 1908 por lo que tiene que recurrir a balbuceos y vomito aleatorio para seguir engañando a sus colegas

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82

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The last Block

has

yet

to

appear

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Crux The bleeding was caused by

the train pusher that passed

over

and

scolded the child for his crimes, for humanity, for a gift. Poor

the

elastic

chair

Immanuel

was

judged,

his

blocks

were

spit

upon

and

defecated

on,

his

body

was

buried

untill

it

stopped

scratching

the

ground

END