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a goblin land and breaks all: the glass of the windows that keep the puppets, the windows of the pizza dripping with grease, to the door of police headquarters, and back out to see all amazed, the cops and the jets. The elf has only one eye, who sees the evil in the world, and the other eye closed, as befits a ghost destroyer Saltica goes, like a child, and with a nudge turns a collective, a late model car, a building.

I watch from the corner, thinking that maybe I'm just imagining everything, and it is true ... but not quite.

actually I'm just imagining it. Nobody noticed me fantasizing about destruction and turned it hits the tile in the opposite path that I have to give me a steak and explain that the world is, and not that ... LaLaLa! ... I keep flashing my thing.

That some people do not have explanation, that there are cats who understand, and when they escape into the night come together to speak ill of their masters. The insult, they lie, eat when not hungry just to annoy and make them believe they want to leave and when we opened the door crack inside. That conspire, cats in my neighborhood at least, and the Rubik's already filled his head with ideas of rebellion and anarchy is Joy. He was my kitty cat stuffed when one day I came home and was Gramscian communist orientation. Sometimes we hit to watch the news, and looks at me as if to say "Did you see that the hegemony of one can not escape, and ultimately, both to watch TV, you turned another asshole, like everything this country does not know what he wants but life goes on as if nothing, what if instead of losing their lives to rescue a little bit you and remember all the slogans of heroism and dedication that you instilled in the comics, skinny? Ma yes, if you want kept lying there, now you're gonna get having to lick the ass to bathe, and the like that tells me with that look crooked you have.

I liked it better before when I was an idiot, so I grab the tail and I took him to the corner, total, more left-handed lefty least, the world will not change. I see a 56 coming up steam, with passenger and all, and Kia, angled to the bus driver skewers , looks and says "There! An orange cat, pisalooooo Step on it! ", But no. It turns out that my cat is divine, or divinity is divine and it is true that has seven lives. Concerned that the bus driver and dodged reconsidered at the last minute, leaving enough time for the kitten, who lost standing in the middle of the street, a little cough from the smoke that pulls the exhaust pipe and approach bondi frotarseme against the legs.

I raise my, what Vaser?, And I do some pampering. But I do not forget the faces of passed me when I got up, informing me with the look that was much more handsome pulenta me, that still I have fear of death.

Before returning home to escape me again. Runs in one eye sees the puck, which was blowing up a school. I pursued and I am pursuing the cat, and yet I can not believe anyone see the dwarf that which led to escape me again Rubik. I get into the school following the cat that continues to follow the arrows elf emergency exit stairs of the school but in reverse, until we got the three to the terrace and the dwarf confronts me with the cat in his arms and about to be broken neck. Paranoia is seen that made him believe it was me chasing him instead of the cat, and then I screwed up everything because I said "if this troll destroys everything, makes me ball", but as I said out loud (because and from tiny I can not think of things without saying them), the dwarf calmed down and gave me Rubik, which broke his neck in the medium was still shaking. I thanked him and I left it on fire the whole school, and so the cat could bring me home.

open the door, shut the door, I lay in bed and turn on the radio. Static

at all tunes and I thinking out loud "chau, the goblin killed everyone." I went out and was as they were all dead. The avenue of collective restrained and quiet, taxis with passengers starting to rot, who attended the business of furniture, hospital patients across all suddenly discharged.

"Well, I looked at the cat," I told you, you should have taken the time to worry about you die without issue and now you touched it that is a thousand times worse: to live without company, or offspring or anything. Only you in the world and communist cat requires his food now. "While the food served him thinking that I settled, like cat has nine lives, the fact that death does not frighten him has no merit.