Koma,Voy perdiendo!!!!!!

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&&. K O M A

Me llaman,Koma
Soy una muchacha
Soy tres años de edad
Era a nata mutt.
Mi familia,
Leo, Papa, muerto.
Renee, Ma, muerto.
Racc, bro, muerto.
Mi amigos,
Susurro, amigo, vivo.

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Let me see, hmm. Yes well incase you haven't noticed Amigo
I speak, español. The reason lays within mis memorias.
Mi familia was owned by mexicanos. Si' my familia had gone through generations with our two-legged amigos. Many, many
generaciones. We spoke español naturally, since all of us
had orginally come from Mexicano. The familia no rich, familia that
'owned' us was poor. Very, very... well... se rompió. they were pobres hombres! We stayed with them through the years, even
after they moved here.. Am I going in circles? Sorry, Amigo, let me
say facts then.
I was born in Mexicano.
We moved here when I was uno.
They hoped to make more money, not possible.
This place, this place here, difficult for Mexicanos
to make any dinero!
They had no food, none... We were all dying...
All of us, amigos, dying, starvation...
They turned us loose, let us go, after many generaciones,
we were apart. I remember how I ran, ran from the
place, libertad!
muerte...
Papa', and Ma were to old to survive, to starved,
they dropped like a fly to food, only after a week.
Racc, Racc..He, he no longer my Amigo, Racc
muerte to, Racc died fighting for....
well, Racc muerte now.
I felt my mind falling away from me, now unaware
of what to do..Uno...Uno! alone, Uno left,
My age, myself, dead, gone,
abandonado.
INSANO.
I remember how I wondered the streets in a
daze..eating rotted food, being chased be canines,
being snapped at. I snapped, abused.. I felt like it,
and finally I attacked the ones that snapped at me,
killing many. I enjoyed it, the pleasure to see their
lives slipping away, controlling when people die, and
not having to watch it when it was uncontrollable.
Insano..
I like the blood, and it was food, and I was starving...
dog.....good...
Si', very.
And that's how I am here,
that is why I speak this way.
I am alone.
Insano..




Cómo aparezco
I look like a husky, do I not? Well, I am truly
very little Husky, but I guess i am what you
call a back kick, or something such as.
I look like my great, great, great, abuela.
She was Husky, but our lines became mixed
and mixed over the years.
I am a mutt, but I look like husky...
muy confuso.
My coat is long, bristly, puffy looking.
It is done up and down the color of charcoal.
My facade though is plastered in snow.
My chest, pillars, and underbelly are sketched
in ivory. My optics...azul hermoso..
very, azul.
Shocking, look like my great, great, great, abuela,
very much.
My build is that of an average canine, but muscled,
street dog life make me muscle...
My pillars look short at first glance, they are not
though, they are normal length, very much normal!
My pads are large like Husky, built to run on snow,
built to slide through snow with out problem.
My ivories, unusually sharp, not normal sharp,
no..sostenido, MUY! They're stained here and there
with crimson dots, blood..blood good.





Insano?!
Me, how am I?! Not truly sure, but then again
Insanos are never sure...But who said I was Insano?
Me, i guess.
I guess i do have a tendancy to snap, and a tendancy
to fight, not able to control myself...I like blood..
Si', i do so very, very much. My thoughts. they are
choatic. Well, that's an understatement.
Me, choatic, No Amigo, Insano. How does one describe
Insano???!!!!!!!!! Even I am not postive.
Well, I will try to describe myself, truly I will, my mind..difícil,
understatment, yet again.
So let's see how to sum me up, then I will try to go into
greater detail..dificil....
Insano, quick tempered, hot blooded, fast speaker,
smart....Dificil!!!!!!!!!

Insano?
Well how does one describe Insano?
not sane; not of sound mind; mentally deranged?
or maybe pyshco?
mentally deranged..
Mentally derange. well there, Amigo, mentally
deranged i am.. MOY deranged.

Quick tempered?
Nice I am not, vile and quick to snap
at those who say or do something I do not like,
you muerto! HA, HA, HA.. You muerto if I don't like
you, moy muerto. I don't hide what I feel, if I am sad
I show it, If I am mad, you know it.

Hot blooded?
Matches with quick tempered does it not?
I have a tendancy to attack without knowing,
my blood burns at whatever you say about me,
wether joking or not.

Fast speaker?
I do tend to talk fast.

Smart?
brisk, lively, intelligent?
All three I suppose..

Difícil?

Moy! I am difficult, I am picky,
mean, harsh..Princess, no..
bitchy..yes..


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