Chromium dioxide from the abysses

...And also let me tell you that the last day in the life of Francisco Franco, Nov 20 of 1975, a strange man was around.



No one knew who he was, or how or why he was there, but he was with a radio cassette recorder in his hand, coming and going, and constantly recording the last gasps and sighs of the regent, from the bed, in his time of dying

also the coughs of franco, and his flaccid farts, and his weak nasal voice begging for water:
every vital sign of Franco this obscure agent recorded in Basf cassettes (Cr 2), the last sighs and -almost inaudible- words of the leader in his agony.




Agent?

























Franco didn't die, never
he's still alive, in the chromium dioxide of the tape

caught, hehe

caught forever in a brown mare magnum of magnetofonía and Cr 2








This is the reason why the corpse never got rigid: BECAUSE HE WASN'T DEAD, HA HA HA! HE'S STILL ALIVE IN THAT HELL OF TAPE


LISTEN? ALIVE! ALIVE! SUFFERING ALIVE! AAAAAA HA HA HA!

























Franco died disappeared some hours later





In his last second of life, from his throat, a ganglionic voice emananted suddenly
categorical and gummy, the voice declared to be entering a...











































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