Mandonguilles de frenillo (Frenulum meatballs) is the new mystic somersault from Roger Pelàez, accompanied by his wretched shadow. A bad-tempered reflection that resolves nothing because it barely reflects on anything. Loud cries, squawks, insults, pitfalls, mental chicanery, Bergman-like psychological tricks, romances, soothsaying, ancestral chanting, cerebral concussions… It’s all included in this moronic race led by a non-magmatic entity to a resounding nothing.
Roger Pelàez has been trying for years to get people to realise that he realises that everyone realises that he’s trying to take the mickey. And their wallet. And their soul. And their opinion. And their character. Roger Pelàez has spent half his life training in various skills and disciplines in order to destroy, make mincemeat out of and declassify the human soul.
Like Tolstoy, but the opposite.
