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Glider V.2.



This is the Saurian glider, it is slightly modified from the previous one, but this is what I love about engineering; the beauty of precision.

I learnt Autocad a long time ago, learning inventor is entirely something else, and I still prefer Autocad for doing 3D models, Inventor requires lots of practice and has lots of bugs; nonetheless, it has plenty of advantages over Autocad.

Anyway, we are not here to discuss about Inventor or Autocad, the glider is a fighter for the Saurian Empire. These specific crafts have a huge disk on the middle which allow them to ascend or descend in a quickly matter of time (they use centrifugal force). Their wings are just to stabilize them on flight but essentially their way of moving is because of this central disk... and I still need to imagine about the rest of the saurian air/space vessels and the rest of the congregation, i.e. the ones commanded by the Sergovnian, the Mourasam's (on book 2), and about the machine's as well.

All this, part of my novel, feel free to read some of it, (free on kindle unlimited, 3 bucks the digital version, 10 bucks the printed one)

I'm still coughing like a sick dog. Rum didn't do a thing against the virus and Tequila is not killing it. When I was younger, these puny virological invasions didn't stand a chance against my all mighty and powerful army of inmuno attackers, alas, I'm getting older (36 years old), I need to get a syrup or something.

Again, this has nothing to do with my book promotion, is just part of my life, so you guys get to know more about me (Oh yeah! He is sick, that is so informative)

Speaking of sick things... We used to have lots of cats... and when I was a kid, we used to have geese, frogs, rabbits, cats and dogs. We were living in an under developed part of Morelos, and it was great. Eventually the dogs died (one because of bugs  chagas, a nasty parasite within them)

the geese who were killed by sickness and hungry tlacuaches
And the rabbits who eventually died also from sickness, and the last of them we put on a forest (capturing them was really hard), that left my parents with the cats, and we were trying to capture the female ones so we could sterilize them, but our neighbors keep on secretly gifting us their unwanted kittens. So... they were a problem.

We are not talking about domestic cats that you could grab and pat, nope, these were wild animals that wouldn't allow for you to touch. Last week, my younger brother killed a lot of them with poison...

He, his woman, and their baby girl were taking care of the house, because my parents were not in town, and he simply decided to fucking kill them all, and this was a big surprise for me... he used to care about animals, he had never took so harsh decisions, but what surprised me the most, was that almost all the other remaining members of my family were saying that it was the most responsible action... I was not happy about it, neither my parents, but the deed was done, what are you going to do about it?

He later told me if I could be able to forgive him, I told him that I was not the one to judge him, that it would be a sin for him to carry on for the rest of his life, and is true... is like me, and a former girlfriend: we aborted. She was bat shit crazy material, and I didn't want to have anything to do with her, but still... it feels bad.

My father also killed lots of puppies, he put them in a bag and drowned them. I was like two or three years old, but I still remember when he was putting them into the bag, and their crying... We humans are so fucking sick sometimes, and I guess that my father learnt to care about animals since that time. He had never took anymore animals lives since then. 

We are a group of sinful killers, with the newest addition of my brother to join us... and it's a shame.

So... lesson from all this is to always be responsible of your house pets, and never cum into a woman you despise. Why the fuck I was with her, you ask? My naive older me, thought that I could change her...

I was going to write about Mexico narco politics, from the previous post, but I will close it for today... it is a vast theme, for another occasion.

See you guys around, and bla bla bla.


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