GM GM!! Your host here. You are listening Pom's Radiobox through the 99.7 FM.
Today we bring to YOU the brand new Medicinal Plant made by Pomelo, in his gigantic garden.
This type o' plant is very special. It will bond to their new "owner" and will start communicating it's needs, alongside with a daily scan of your internal organs and general health. It's an incredible organism. They talk, their telepathic abilities can reach up to 5 km.
They are extremely loyal. But... the particular issue here is that they depend OF your mood. They depend a LOT if your are stable or not.
They can get really aggressive and will start to mutate pretty quickly into a carnivorous specimen. Be careful. You will never know what will happen the moment you buy this one.
Mine is ok. It's a bit sad when I come back to my house, but it's because I work a lot, and I come back home really tired.
Ok so now we continue with another song, a petition by Pomelo himself: Cemetery Polka, by the one and only; Tom Waits.
Enjoy. And water your plants.

And we got inside MY candy shop with a roundhouse kick to the very same door, and everyone startled like if they saw Hitler himself. But NO! It was Pomelo and his best friend forever Raul aka "Caballo Homosexual de las Montañas" Rodriguez. Our dicks grew HUGE. And we ordered some candy, you know? The new joint candy I was cooking for a long, long time.
The bartender told me - "Pom, what the fuck are you doing? This is YOUR place, stupid moron, don't act like if it is not. You are really fucked up." while he was frowning -, then I realized - This is MY place. Ok. That's true. Now I need to test that joint candy. - And hell if I did. It was delicious. You gotta smoke it. But it tastes so sweet, and it has a touch of acidity that gives you the feeling that the smoke melts inside your mouth.
So yeah, the joint candy alongside some beers, everything turned strange. We were at the bar, talking nonsense as I recall, and a gentleman, tall as it can be, approached us like if HE was the owner of the Candy Shop. POMELO'S CANDY SHOP, MOTHERFUCKER.
He told me - "Good ol' fellas, here I find ye, nowhere else than in the most known candy shop in the entire world" -, then as if I were some kind of thunderbolt, I replied - "Get the fuck outta here ye old basterd or I will fist fuck your belly button into oblivion" - and he just laughed. - "What a couple of handsome and funny fellas are ye, aren't ye?" -, after that, he just stood there, looking at us, like if we were trophies. We resumed our talk, in utter silence because Raul is a telepathic motherfucker, and when we told a joke, this other fucker laughed as well. WHAT THE FUCK and I jumped over the bar, and kicked this basterd in the mouth. He flew, like a bullet, through the door.
The last thing I remember is waking up in the hospital with Rolando and Raul by my side.

It's been a long and tough ride, but I fucking did it. I now RIDE THE HOMOSEXUAL HORSE OF THE MOUNTAINS!!! The path to this was really troublesome. Not because he was a tough animal to dominate, but because he have psychic abilities that almost ruined my mind. I almost killed myself a couple of times. Now, we are best friends. I have no need to say that it's dominated. I think we developed a true firendship. He can talk to me, and he senses a lot of things. I offered him a house on Pomeville, he accepted, and now he is a citizen of Pomeville. We had a great ride home. We talked a lot. We smoked weed and Pomel cigs. It's a great life. I like this.

That was a tough night, man. Until the day, I can remember everything. EVERYTHING. It's part disgusting, part amazing. I was hanging out with a couple of friends after closing the Candy Shop for the day, Ronald was there, and it was all his fault. He had those mushrooms. He dropped 'em in the stew. The stew that I was cooking.
He is a cool man, but damn, I wasn't prepared for that one. What a hell of a trip it was. At first, we were all chilling in front of the fire, admiring, contemplating the flames, trying to figure out if they were telling things to us, showing us our future, or just being flames. All of them seemed to be right, and wrong at the same time. I don't know, it's hard to explain. Then, I looked up and seeked for Ronald, because I had a response from the flames, and when I made eye contact with him, he was already standing up, along with Dokr'aghr and Pachaca looking right into my soul, deep down there, dipping their lives into mine, sharing all their thoughts and intelligence with me. And we all were sharing those kind of things with eachother... or that's what I tought. I mean, that was my first impression. But then they said something like they HAD to give Me their essence. Their everything. It was me all the time, and will be all the way. That, when they, with total synchronicity, telepathically transmitted those thoughts to me, it made me laugh. But no laugh were there from the other side. And, from 0 to 100, I got FUCKING scared. I couldn't do anything about it. I just percieved them as hairy giants wanting desperately my blood and guts, and to chew my bones. And I fucking ran. I ran tons of kilometers, I ran and jumped and crawled, and then I could find a place to hide. I was trying to catch my breath when I heard a vibration. A fucking HARD vibration. It was black, huge, like a mumbling giant. Everything seemed to boil, but nothing hurted.
It made me leave my hiding place. To find what?
RONALD and PACHACA FUCKING FLYING. They were like merged, and behind them, a fucking oval, just like oblivion. Just like a void. I felt a crack opening in my forehead. And then, they calmed down. We made our way through the night, and woke up in my cabin like 2 days after.

GOOD NIGHT MY INFIDELS!!! It's been a long time, huh? But here I am again. Your host, Pachaca.
We are LIVE from Pom's RRRRRADIOBOX through the 99.7 FM. We started the show exactly at 7 am. It's now 9:37 pm here in Argentina and I'm so energized, why? You'd be asking. Well, it's easy, I'm drinking the BRAND NEW "Unbalanced Mate" by our Lord and Savior POMELO. YES. He did it again. he does not fail this time. He NEVER did. Trust me, please.
This product gives you TONS AND TONS AND MILLIONS OF PROTONS AND NEUTRONS AND ATOMS OF ENERGY. It makes you produce adenosine triphosphate like CRAZY. You will never lack energy through the day.
Maybe, or at least in my experience, you may feel with a little bit of a hangover in the next day. And you should not drink mate again when you just wake up. Just drink a lot of water, like 2 or 5 liters of water and then yes, resume your mate ingestion.
It comes with a yerba "Pomelerba", highest quality in the market. It comes with a mate, made by Pomelo himself, and the MATE BULB is carved by Pomelo HIMSELF. WHAT THE FUCK GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!
Sorry, people. Those human shaped lizards are getting inside the studio again.
FUCKING POMELO NEXT TIME, CREATE A SHOTGUN. AN ANTI HUMAN SHAPED LIZERDS SHOTGUN. YOU FUCKER.
Bye people. Take care of yourselves, those motherfuckers are everywhere. FUCKING BEWARE.

Well folks, here I go again. I was quietly and happily walking through my garden, and suddenly I was startled by the presence of this evil creature. This vile, bloodsucking motherfucker. They, as a species, don’t do that, but particularly, this one here, does it just to bother me. His name is Ismael The Bee. Ismael The Fucker, I call him.
He just won’t let me be. And I don’t know why.
You know that I’m an interstellar traveler, and I’ve been in a lot of places. Maybe I bothered him in one of the planets I’ve been, I just don’t know. He just scares the fuck out of me everytime he can. And he knows, somehow, that I’m completely scared of bees. I can fight against monsters twice my size, but no, a bee, a bee makes me pee myself. Incredible.
So yeah, this fucker started showing me his mooscles, as I call them, and I couldn’t do anything more than run like crazy.
I talked this in therapy, and I told my therapist -Next time I see that fucker, I’ll punch him with all my might-, oh man, I was so confident back then. False confidence. That’s a little bit sad.
But it’s who I am. Love me or hate me. It you choose the second one, behold, I will obliterate your entire existence into oblivion, along with that scary motherfucker.

And man, I've been in so many weird places, but this one is uncomparable. Their system is made to not be deciphered. It's so hard to understand their duties, what is the correct place of any creature there. They seem to be recyclable. They live and die as if it's just nothing. They may even get to complete just one task and they die. Not because they kill themselves or something like that, it's just an eventuality, or maybe a predator in the same environment, or because their cycle just ended.
It's a crazy way to live. You live to serve. You live to be ephemeral. You are created from garbage, and maybe you don't even come back to that garbage, maybe you then are eaten by another creature that manages to live just 1 day and then you become garbage through him, that became garbage aswell. No one blames no one, no one says anything. They just do whatever the fuck they are intended to do from their beginning.
Well, on my way to that town back there (you can see it clearly), following that clear path, I started to notice a gigantic construction, like a piece of a purple rock, guarded by a monstrous creature. I could hear it just BREATHING from like 50 meters. It was astonishing, not in a good way. I thought that it would start moving and swinging that huge branch and that it would kill us all. But it did nothing at all. No other creature wanted to step close to that thing, and that's a fair decision.
Now I knew that my secondary goal was to get inside that building. What that thing could possibly be guarding?

Every Friday the ritual take place. What that thing does in there? I don't really know. I just know that vehicles here are hands. That's crazy.

I wasn't expecting that. That's not even the real person that was actually with me in there. Or was him? Or her?
I don't know. But I was given some sort of liquid in a cup. I accepted it. I can't even remember who it was that gave me that thing.
Well the point is that now I'm in my third day of party and I don't even know where am I, and I'm not coming down man. I'm not. I can write at least now.
Well I'm gonna get going. Ha. Bye.
28 year. What a life you might say, huh? It is, it is. Yeah. It is. But well, here we are, in the middle of somewhere. What am I gonna do? I don't really know. But I don't really mind. It's ok. This is supposed to happen.
I've in worse case scenarios. So I don't really mind.
Bye now. Updates on Monday.

Yes indeed, here we are. As I'm posting this one, an Artist Journal is rolling in the background. Everything else doesn't exist.
But. The thing is, I came here to tell you something. And this something is basically that Pomelo owns a Circus.
It happened so long ago. After this church thing, of course. Exactly after the issue with FaorGhn. We'll come back to that later.
This is the topic right now. A circus. With gambling, with drugs, with alcohol, with men and women, with fun and games.
It all started only with games and gambling, but then, people started to bring their stuff over here, like tents with their own products. This is now sort of like a megamarket. No apparent owner, no one controlling nobody. I thought it all would be a disaster. I was even preparing my RPG so I could blow everyone into pieces. But such an action couldn't be completed.
There's a particular situation: every person that puts up a tent, when they leave, they give me something like a gift. A payment I say. And they even know that I am the owner of all this shit. Amazing.
Gotta say, there's a big issue, but maybe could turn out ok, and it is that some people are building houses, man. What the fuck. Maybe are like a hostel or something like that.
Don't know. But I'm watching them so fucking close.