Distirak#3 Pablo Marte
FUSIO EREMUA [an acronymic story in five parts / by levels / by turns / and by times / with music and somewhat irresponsible]. Warning: in the text below, I will not be Pablo Marte. Yes, it says Pablo Marte here, but imagine that that’s a lie. Or better yet: don't imagine anything. Forget about me. Or better still: think about me in another way: choose me from the following options. 1. I’m the girl next door. 2. I'm the one you thought a few years ago that you’d be in a few years [and it turns out you’re not]. 3. I'm the guy with the impossible hair who loved to get his ass licked. 4. I’m not that film teacher [or the other one either]. 5. I’m a yuca from Surinam. 6. I’m the Wikipedia version of Juliana. 7. I’m a cabbalist: the cabbalistic air of ballistics. 8. I’m a discovery. 9. I’m the one who said that "there are non-literal forms of blackface". 10. I’m the one who is despised in almost all the zones [except in the five narrated here which, /spoiler alert\end up fusing].