Carpets of wild kulitis grew abundantly along the banks of Rio Hondo where The Curse of La Llorona bleed extinct sapodilla trees to feed the legend of Maria, Marina and Rosalia who haunted the streets of Los Angeles with a necklace of sharp pigweed thorns that tore into the throath of the Tragic Jungle between Mexico and Belize as the Order's delusion of normalcy miserably failed to fit into the harsh realities of the pandemic while another Thursday night segued into an orchestra of dinakdakan, paksiw na biya, lechong manok and the usual tokwa't baboy and cold Red Horse that enticed Xtabay out of her room in her brown half-pants to stir the zombies into an orgy with Jung-seok and Min-jung in the Peninsula.
The first Saturday came on the 3rd week of the month for a fellowship of those swabbed, the kinilaw na bangus dueling with kaldereta, sisig, gising-gising and pinapaitan as whiskey and beer collided in Campos on the eve of a pagan tradition where spaghetti, fried chicken, cheese sticks and mojos were offered to ward off evil and appease Bulan's guardian spirit as he turned 23 in the time of the pandemic.
Meanwhile in Paris, Assane Diop finally extracted vengeance on Hubert Pellegrini who mutated into a horcrux of a hundred musical chairs lining the bike trails of Munoz as the Phantom Biker rode with Lupin to Brest for Season 2 and the 108th edition of the Tour de France.
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