Nuwas

You robbed me of my song, Only Time, Ennya!

Wuyi, the tyrannical bitch, felt jealous of my love towards my roommate and requested me to have sex with her, even though she knew it was impossible. Once I was seized into a prison where I saw a poor guy with his belly split open from the neck to the navel button, and shortly when the man was completely eviscerated, I put by force the head of Wuyi into the empty chest. The witch screamed and fainted. She was such a despised whore that she would have taken revenge on me. When it came, one of her hatchet men took from his bag an amputated arm out of its plastic wrapper. Then, the damned son of bitch compelled to touch my body with that horror tool of gooseflesh.

Guillermo del  Toro, the director of Pan's labyrinth, robbed me of my ideas about the film in 1999, when I was studying in University of International and Economics, in Beijing of China. I believed it was the Chinese Government, especially Wuyi and her superior (Jiang Z M), who had helped him with the aid of spies and seld my ideas cheaply to Cuba to please their communist partners. The spies were  a Jewish farther and his five-year-old son, who had refused me to have their names. I had tried to amuse the boy by telling some stories that I compiled by myself because he appeared to be lonely and sad.  I played the role of Pan and danced, but I shall never know the name of the  silent boy.