CHINESE Q LUC OVONO PROMODIFA / CRAC # 26, 1976
Regarding Roger Maury (aka Luke Ovono), writer balding mustachioed advanced specialist in male-produced, ultimate paragon of bad genre printed and Chiesa kilometer, I already said most in this post from last November .
Roger Maury was a popular scribbler damning as crazy, a popular exemplary crappy scribbler, a brilliantly popular scribbler Shabby I barter against any other scribbler popular shabby and this, in my view, all you necessities to know: Read Roger Maury is exposed to an experience of mediocrity and stupidity out -norm.
AND IS GOOD, IT'S VERY
GOOD
It is even EXCELLENT!
That, anyway, I'll try to demonstrate to you today with the Chinese Q, a book published in the collection of CRAC Promodifa.
As usual, the plot is stupid and uninteresting. agents are compromised of SDECE in a case in India. The author (and France) are sending Achilles Zenon, our hero, the man CARC , disentangle this sordid machinations which was absolutely nothing to type.
But since this is a production Promodifa, ie a novel genus of, dare I say, pornospionnage , well, the guy Achilles, he will also happily tangled brush into the private recesses of a few mares, mischievous, naughty and just waiting it, and there the reader, he is thrilled he prances .
ON THE IMAGINE THE SOUND OF LIGHT-DARK-Cagibi LIBRARY IN THE MIDDLE OF CELL BOBBLE ITS PUBLICATIONS friggers, half covered by landslides POCKETS DUSTY A CAN OF PREMIUM PILS 50 cl S IN THE POGNE, 5 OTHERS TO ITS FEET, Lippe PENDING AND TWO SMALL glaucous eyes REFLECTING AN EXTREME CONCENTRATION YES, ON THE IMAGINE IT IS HAPPY, HE TURNS THE PAGES Vaillant DRINKING FROM TIME TO SOME OTHER LARGE glass of her piss CONSUMER AND ME, I describe, I get angry, I FOOD LINES TAKE BACK THEN IMPROPERLY
Thus, the local police chief conceals " the rise of his stormy execration greedily savoring the bitter fruit of revenge that was preparing , "while a mother is seen madam" tortured by a lucid mind that a revolt had made him deviate from his route "Achilles and we Zenon is presented as "inflexible without passion as dreamless, harder than steel and as cold as a diamond. "
In those moments, we do not know too well what Maury can cause but it brace. The sentences slamming rhythmically. Marcel Proust Gaugué public, it tends gradually to the aspirations its readership.
It finally arrives on page 40 . Achilles Zenon fucking a chick first. The attack is conventional, the heating standard. Madam who is the mother passes to the Zenon pan and put your heart (and a few other utensils) to work.
But our hero and its author have other things more important to fuck . Basta the same! Decarre carne! The plot does not wait, it continues.
example, invited to a small reception, Achilles Zeno made the acquaintance of a beautiful little Chinese chicken . This last, clinging to him the time of a slow languorous, it says " you seem awfully strong and hard. One of those men who are not afraid to face life and reap the best. " We wait for him to do Zenon the stroke of madness in the turgidity but not it is not. He prefers to go back to the mother maquerrelle that, for once, has learned his lesson:
" passive, it opens. "
It is starting to become routine, if not effete. Nevertheless, 30 pages later, the herd is renewed , Zenon making the acquaintance of Devi, a pretty young girl still virgin.
AND IS GOOD, IT'S VERY
GOOD
It is even EXCELLENT!
That, anyway, I'll try to demonstrate to you today with the Chinese Q, a book published in the collection of CRAC Promodifa.
As usual, the plot is stupid and uninteresting. agents are compromised of SDECE in a case in India. The author (and France) are sending Achilles Zenon, our hero, the man CARC , disentangle this sordid machinations which was absolutely nothing to type.
But since this is a production Promodifa, ie a novel genus of, dare I say, pornospionnage , well, the guy Achilles, he will also happily tangled brush into the private recesses of a few mares, mischievous, naughty and just waiting it, and there the reader, he is thrilled he prances .
ON THE IMAGINE THE SOUND OF LIGHT-DARK-Cagibi LIBRARY IN THE MIDDLE OF CELL BOBBLE ITS PUBLICATIONS friggers, half covered by landslides POCKETS DUSTY A CAN OF PREMIUM PILS 50 cl S IN THE POGNE, 5 OTHERS TO ITS FEET, Lippe PENDING AND TWO SMALL glaucous eyes REFLECTING AN EXTREME CONCENTRATION YES, ON THE IMAGINE IT IS HAPPY, HE TURNS THE PAGES Vaillant DRINKING FROM TIME TO SOME OTHER LARGE glass of her piss CONSUMER AND ME, I describe, I get angry, I FOOD LINES TAKE BACK THEN IMPROPERLY
(by the way, you will notice that all of my critical essays is the fictionalized autobiography mid-mid-naturalist - how? you do not care? ah ...)So Achilles Zenon is on site , India, and Roger Maury, his god, the author, appears in great shape. His fingers flutter like beautiful little devils on the keys of his last Japy model, drawing in the stale air of his office mapping as ephemeral an invisible inspiration full boil. Pompous and grandiose, highly personal prose flourishes in big drips disgusting, to give his characters-dimensional images of suspicion.
Thus, the local police chief conceals " the rise of his stormy execration greedily savoring the bitter fruit of revenge that was preparing , "while a mother is seen madam" tortured by a lucid mind that a revolt had made him deviate from his route "Achilles and we Zenon is presented as "inflexible without passion as dreamless, harder than steel and as cold as a diamond. "
In those moments, we do not know too well what Maury can cause but it brace. The sentences slamming rhythmically. Marcel Proust Gaugué public, it tends gradually to the aspirations its readership.
It finally arrives on page 40 . Achilles Zenon fucking a chick first. The attack is conventional, the heating standard. Madam who is the mother passes to the Zenon pan and put your heart (and a few other utensils) to work.
" I embarked on a cavalcade brash, the cramming of powerful water hammer [...]"Then two pages later:
"[...] I draws, soda wildly at me and the spin of my folly in turgor . "TURGOR ON FIRE! Is not this gorgeous? Yes, yes, of course it's beautiful. It indeed so beautiful (you stop me if I am too) so beautiful I said, that chick undertaken by Zenon, initially not very willing, begins to stammer " yet again ... .. . " of Greluche filled.
But our hero and its author have other things more important to fuck . Basta the same! Decarre carne! The plot does not wait, it continues.
example, invited to a small reception, Achilles Zeno made the acquaintance of a beautiful little Chinese chicken . This last, clinging to him the time of a slow languorous, it says " you seem awfully strong and hard. One of those men who are not afraid to face life and reap the best. " We wait for him to do Zenon the stroke of madness in the turgidity but not it is not. He prefers to go back to the mother maquerrelle that, for once, has learned his lesson:
" passive, it opens. "
It is starting to become routine, if not effete. Nevertheless, 30 pages later, the herd is renewed , Zenon making the acquaintance of Devi, a pretty young girl still virgin.
TING! TING! TING!
JACKPOT! THE FOLLOWING THREE BANANAS!
" Hush, darling, do not think about anything other than pleasure that creeps into you, " he whispers it in the palm of esgourdes while the débraguettant strategic part of benouze.
Unfortunately for our man, and when he finally poised to pass the girl on the thread of his burning sword of flesh and blood do voila there it is not interrupted by the father of the latter who knock on the door, the lout!
To Zenon is balpeau. He can snub the slibard in his flaming sword. Grumpy like no other, he goes then beat up bad guys with a few pages later parked. It was during this boxing thunderous he learns the identity of the great chief villain who tricks machine in the dark ("dark What motive dictates its destructive action? What sordid hatred drives him to involve France in dark machinations? ") but we, who cares about all this, I've already said, we WANT ON THE ASS!
From ass, so you will of pages 126 to 130. China's Achilles nibbles, in trying to catch a few sneaky :
But our man, not yet yet. Surely it is a bit manic at the edges, cunt. He dismisses her and goes on an adventure.
From ass, we finally pages 162-164. The climax of the novel, the climax of this work as enjoyable and exciting. Achilles goes to the Chinese. He is in heat, she is OK, he gets on the. And leave it to the author care to burst all its sap suavely sensitive in a splendid splash of pure poetry :
After that, necessarily, everything is said . Consumed with his class act that he knows, there remains the hero son to unravel the plot. He therefore failed projects of the big bad in two shots and then ladle, his saving action duly made, then goes toward the home of the young maiden, the Bénard stretched to the extreme by a firm resolution from sending this damn chick bench.
Unfortunately, at the time of the novel, we are on page 188. In other words: we are at the very last page of text. We do not know about this embrace as much as desired deserved BUT YET!
For in the twilight of his closet-library, the alcoholic content of his 6 cans flying through his veins now, our reader dozed .
He snores slightly drooling a little on his t-shirt Mickey Mouse Club and in his skull, a strange and penetrating dream unfurls its tentacles. All
like two drops of water, a cloud of mustaches to baldness Advanced down the Champs Elysee vigorously. At the foot of the arc, a band pass a 78 rounds of the national anthem. The cake melts in the sun. The sound becomes elastic. The band bottom. Mustached bats continue following the rhythm. Perched on the bleachers, thousands of their fellow cheer them waving colorful flags. Mouths open out onto the same cry
Unfortunately for our man, and when he finally poised to pass the girl on the thread of his burning sword of flesh and blood do voila there it is not interrupted by the father of the latter who knock on the door, the lout!
To Zenon is balpeau. He can snub the slibard in his flaming sword. Grumpy like no other, he goes then beat up bad guys with a few pages later parked. It was during this boxing thunderous he learns the identity of the great chief villain who tricks machine in the dark ("dark What motive dictates its destructive action? What sordid hatred drives him to involve France in dark machinations? ") but we, who cares about all this, I've already said, we WANT ON THE ASS!
From ass, so you will of pages 126 to 130. China's Achilles nibbles, in trying to catch a few sneaky : " I understand a particular taste from him but when she sees my maneuver, she slips a hand behind her to grab me and guide me properly. "From ass, we lack 'having pages 149 to 154. While our hero explains to the young maiden the intricacies of international politics , it throws him with lust " Achilles ... I am woman. "
But our man, not yet yet. Surely it is a bit manic at the edges, cunt. He dismisses her and goes on an adventure.
From ass, we finally pages 162-164. The climax of the novel, the climax of this work as enjoyable and exciting. Achilles goes to the Chinese. He is in heat, she is OK, he gets on the. And leave it to the author care to burst all its sap suavely sensitive in a splendid splash of pure poetry :
" a moment she cherishes bud vultueux, dragging along his scar clammy, shaking at the top of his soft lips to excite the tiny fleshy growth that dominates her femininity. "THE NO-FAULT! THE PANACEA! Bud vultueux (!), Scar soft moist lips (!!), (!!!), BUT THROW MORE! IT'S ORGASM!
After that, necessarily, everything is said . Consumed with his class act that he knows, there remains the hero son to unravel the plot. He therefore failed projects of the big bad in two shots and then ladle, his saving action duly made, then goes toward the home of the young maiden, the Bénard stretched to the extreme by a firm resolution from sending this damn chick bench.
Unfortunately, at the time of the novel, we are on page 188. In other words: we are at the very last page of text. We do not know about this embrace as much as desired deserved BUT YET!
For in the twilight of his closet-library, the alcoholic content of his 6 cans flying through his veins now, our reader dozed .
He snores slightly drooling a little on his t-shirt Mickey Mouse Club and in his skull, a strange and penetrating dream unfurls its tentacles. All
like two drops of water, a cloud of mustaches to baldness Advanced down the Champs Elysee vigorously. At the foot of the arc, a band pass a 78 rounds of the national anthem. The cake melts in the sun. The sound becomes elastic. The band bottom. Mustached bats continue following the rhythm. Perched on the bleachers, thousands of their fellow cheer them waving colorful flags. Mouths open out onto the same cry
MAURY ENJOY! VIVE LA FRANCE! ENJOY THE LITERATURE THAT JOB!I woke in a sweat. I have since vowed to stop the beer.
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