This is the Man of Ice

This is the Man of Ice, just arrived from Plutoon or Mick Mars, with a tubular headd on his kold sheulders, driving a Chevron 1975, like Cacho Castaña in Remedios de Escalada, and the blueness and yellowness of his skin all over the place and all over his tendons and muscular net, kolder than a fridge General Electric 1960

-and he's just got a reason to be: ignoring us.

This is just the Man of Ice, fallen being and fallen among the mankind, snaping his fingers he came one afternoon of Lanus, cracking and crucking and crecking his gelid bones, with his portable refrigerador at hand, like a Japanese tourrist

and he discovered one thing: that we were kolder than him.


Man of giant moments, the Man of Ice simply arrives at the soccer stadium and sits his icy culo on a tribuna to watch River Plate vs. Boca Juniors: 0-0:
35 minutos del segundo tiempo.

Meanwhile, he sucks a Catalan ice cream, that keeps his bodily temperaturre balanced
the ice cream is made with cum and potato, because this is the Man of Ice, and he is immune to all the syndromes of the human kind, and his tongue is made of CARBON Y ACERO.

The stalactites and stalagmites drip from his axilla and we are January of the last day: Cameo, totem or interstellar god, he is feared by the populations of the man as he advances with his box-like and immense feet of ice on the sidewalks of our cities, because.... this is the Man of Ice, and just arrived from Aragon, with a tubular helmet in his arse, and he is product of a long chain of events.


Like a hero from a manga or anime, or even hentai, this is the Man of Ice:
a long smell announces him as he is coming in our direction, we see him coming like a monument of mud shuffling on the corner like an obelisk of mud like a monument of mud:

the sea falls behind him, and the sky of the dead daughters rains paravaginitis: this is the Man of Ice, just arrived from Bonkers or Yonkers, snaping his fingers one day he appeared in the society of man, just fallen from Ronova LL-4, distant planetoyd that imploded by means of gaseosa..... and he doesn't have human voice, no, just a modulator designed by MORODER, as if as if as if as if he was a superstar of Disco Music that dedicates his time to dance on skates and fuck the honeyed slit of Cher in 1979.

And because he's so different nobody loves him
as if as if as if as if as if he was an authentic mofeta, is this plausible?

This is the Man of Ice, surfing the cosmos like an alienígena one day he was catapulted on the Earthf, and he's like a divo, a new Pope: cuz this is the Man of Ice, and he'll never get defrosted or melt-ed, in fact, he just came to endeavor one mission: ignoring us.

This is the Man of Ice, kolder than a refrigerator Saccol 1970.