This is story about us. As some they we live together and have a garden. There one day we would find there a great genetic-modified apple. When we cut it inside there would be big caterpillar – hairy, emerald color with ruby stains. We feed it with food full of taste and preservatives, and when big musilm holiday Buyram would come, you kill it for sacrifice. When you cut its stomach to remove guts, you’ ll find there three kids, boys...
First we’d decide to call to police, but after we’d leave them. We’d give them good life, give less sweets and more fruit, read and tell fairy-tales before dream they’d go for sleep, don’t let to play computer and video games, bring for a walk to forest, seaside and my mother's place in the summer.
After 7 years we’d take the kid, the most healthy one and give all his organs for transplantation. The heart for small school-girl from Israel, liver for Chinese student, one kidney for deadly-wounded American soldier, another – for a lonely mother of many kids in Russia, eyes – for famous cricket-player from Pakistan. Like this our did is not suppose to be to much bad because giving one life for to save many, sacrificing kid which was our. We made good karma and also big money. Using them, we’d build one-stair, but long house, designed like labyrinth with a swimming pool in the yard. There won’t be any water – we feel it with feather of colibry birds and put inside a mermaid, for using it for oral sex.
Аbout second kid... We will not give him and his organs by parts – we live them all together and use him for shooting in child-porno films.
For this specially we’d make underground studio in our labyrinth house, invite an operator from Bollywood. We’ d give the kid for rent and the camera will fix everything would happened: sex with big black man, animals and old transsexuals. After we sell all these movies with our boy in main role through X-web sites, for rich pedophiles in Europe and US. Some money, we’d get from this, we give as charity for the World AIDS found.
The third child we’d live for us personally, cos somebody should help us when we are old, with dried brains and wrinkles on the asses. We’ d take this child’s blood time to time to transportate it inside our bodies instead our old shit. We renew it and like this live longer, more healthy and happy thanks our favorite donor.