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Challenge Adventures of Pluto

I could not wait. Shungor was approaching quickly surrounded by the sinister red glow of his field ionizing .. In the back hand clutching his hammer deflection tomography. I had to act, I could not bask in the illusion that it was just a game. The ugly dwarf alien wanted to kill me.
Unii hands in front of the chest and arranged his fingers in the position of uncompromising tranquility. "Exaltation quantum," I said, his voice strong and deep. Then he parted his hands. Before me there was now a tiny ball of matter whose mass was infinitely negative, in which every moment spent eternity in an endless cycle. Just before Shungor could hit moved the ball inside with a psionic pulse. Free
of my control stabilizer, the ball instantly rejected by surrounding himself with every particle acceleration equal to the speed of light, creating a perfect vacuum in luiogo where was the first figure of springing Shungor.
I had won.
reabsorb the ball and went to make myself a pizza.

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Steve Hardbone # 001 - Tender but tough

- Steve and I'm a thug, my heart is not pure, but if I find that hast broken I will slam you against the wall and pesto, I swear!
- Do you have also always hard! - Daria said, his faithful secretary. - You are tender but soon!
- You're right, indeed, quite - Steve said with an unusual expression of emotion, because he had remembered that his old chum I had, long ago, lent a sweater.
- the cold I do not care - Steve said, his face dark.
- You've said you're a hard - said the secretary.
- I'm going to get some 'air - said those. - Thanks, Daria!

took that sweater to bring him to his master, he walked for a bit 'then decided PEL subway. Steve came down to the station to get on the wagon. He saw a lot of people felt bad that all stupid and thought that here in New York there one finds dogs and pigs, especially in the metro you can see a little of everything '. What a nuisance, that stench, Steve thought, full of envy, and hope, he thought as well, which does not pass the controller. He never
ticket for pleasure and out of spite, because he hated standing in line while the seething world of adventure as never experienced before, and had good taste: he would not ever lose all the time if we listen to the conductors.
Here is his station, then down from that truck, then cut through the crowd that thronged to the top.
Certainly that's an Italian, and the other is a Mexican - here there is also a Texan, has a cowboy hat and his son if his cock instead of New York believed to be at Southfork.

Sol within two hours Steve Hardbone 'vestige had already brought his friend the chief lawyer. Back inside the station but does not see more people.
- Why? - You ask him. - Are the streets already dark - and then gives the jerk. On the night of the stations are the realm of the robbers, if they fotton of Pulone and if you call out "soon, help!" you're out and you're fucked. While
Steve thought this comes forward a deft deft astute villain right out of prison.
- You paid the rent? - Asks him intenzone.
- What rent? You asshole? - Steve says with a straight face. - How much does it cost?
- Be tough - does the tipaccio pulling out a knife. - Here the skin I will if I do not pay your mail, your transit station.
- You know, I just have a grand - Steve moans giving way soon - you do not have to give me the rest?
- Soon, dark green or hunting that'll give you a great lesson! You do not know, but 'I'm knife has caused more deaths among the most used of those who would employ the slaughter! What do you want me to give you the rest! Give me corn, barboncello, and save your skin quick! The villain
approaching and here is his undoing: Steve propels a large calciazzo on her face is fucking ugly and so vanquished by a well-aimed blow to the flight of kung fu: falls down like a sack.
- I beat a great villain, big and stinky! - Hardbone exultant cries. - When I use my kung fu can not do anything more, it's my winning move!

Here ends the adventure ERO nerves right, top rated agent, Steve's tender but tough.

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The song oblivion

I stopped at the entrance of the school. God, how many memories. Too many memories. I could not organize them and I forgot everything. Five years of my life gone in ten seconds.

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Be yourself

Oleg got off the horse and test the consistency of the ground.
- Shit - he said. In recent days a lot of rain had fallen, the roads were semiallagate and the situation was certainly destined to worsen.
- Melmosetta, eh? - Scatanelli said the count, looking good and put my feet on the ground. - God, how mavvone.
- A swamp. A shitty fucking swamp right now that are missing so few kilometers - Oleg growled. - Christ, I ...
- Calm down - it warned Milippo, the hold of the guard on horseback. - Be yourself.

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Words of Wisdom # 001

Those who know you do not see your face because you are accustomed to, and those who do not know you do not see your face because their looks through it.
Indeed it is rare that your face is visible. You yourself in the mirror and often look at it, but do not see anything. And now I want to go urinate.

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14 milligrams of wisdom 2.0

Fum! Damn, already burned!
Phosphorus - that bad - ouch ouch ouch
.
La Guera has the brute story na.
Brute brute.
There was a dick to eat.
Others felt bad.
The lines were all disturbed and Christmas was a day like any other if not worse.
Fum! Fourteen milligrams

burn quickly. The house stood on land
normal
in normal times, nothing immoral happening inside, nothing
parties
nothing strange masquerades
come, I'll pay a
bardolino?
brute
tell

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spread the word there is a new god in town
took lodging in a downtown street
and from there controls the world
to mention his perfect peace


is now smiling a happy god

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God We try to give an answer, first to ourselves

A dark corridor, a dark house. A long corridor. A door ajar, after all, a free beam of light that stretches on the floor of the corridor revealing the nature of marble, psychedelic patterns and colors that chase winds, traces of ammonia, a coffee stain the age of sixteen hours, then recorded a straight line on the opposite wall, a line fluorescent, yellowish. The space between the jamb and the door is just enough to let go, in addition to light, a bar of soap.
behold, a bar of soap slipping into the darkness of the hallway, visible for a moment and immediately engulfed by darkness. We were so focused on our visual impressions that we have not realized that the door came a continuous roar of water, and a plaintive song, done in low key. Now, as soon as the soap goes beyond the sliding door, the song is interrupted by a sharp curse-word or where the divine and animal are, despite themselves, to embrace in a questionable embrace. Spend a few seconds, then a hand, moist and light in color, faces the same opening from which we have already seen the light transit and soap, and the line between brancica glow and shadow playing on the floor at times and we may assume that we know marble cold, leaving slight traces liquid. This action is accompanied by several expletives. Being inside of what we may now be reasonably certain to qualify as a bathroom judges soon the only extension of the hand, insufficient to achieve the invisible bar of soap and decided to extend the entire Appendix brachial over the doorway and stretched his fingers finally meet the slippery shape the scope and object, impadronitesene, portray him in the bathroom.
The door is now closed and the song resumes. In the corridor now immersed in an unfathomable darkness we have to wait for something to happen and soon began to get bored. They spend several minutes and so we wonder if we could maybe move to somewhere more interesting, some of us are beginning to have some appetite, others complain that they have commitments for the evening, but the need for narrative keeps us enthralled. We have to wait.
Finally the door opens. With the light behind the figure of the man appears to be whose shadow is cast a shadow on the wall where it had previously appeared phosphorescent line. If the human figure was not in the frame of the door, draw a rectangle bright light, however, we observe the appearance of a mirror. The man's shadow is reflected and it is his shadow that appears, or is the shadow of the same mirror image of man in the shade? After a while, 'we are no longer grads to figure out what works and what is man's shadow, nor why they should remain still there, and for this reason that narrative necessity or not, most of us go away including myself, and leave behind only a couple of people. Instead, we go for a pizza. Next Week we will meet in the courtyard of a deserted villa Marche Apennines where something interesting might happen. Mal is going to San Marino will jump to buy some lighter.

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Gap

Gniezno long knocked on the door in the pine Cecinese not get a response other than a blackbird droppings on the right shoulder of the previously affected by a few drops of water from a pair of brown boxer hung out to dry out a window of a densely populated condominium Avenue Oct. 17.
Her long red hair waving in the autumn breeze. Then the door opened. Gniezno knocked for so long that the vibrations were slowly removed all the screws lock which was so fell to the ground.
- Who is it? - Gniezno asked, forgetting that he was knocking. Receiving no response, closed the door and walked away. After a few steps away, excrement of a finch landed on his left shoulder with a sad and muffled sound. Nothing happens by chance, he thought Gniezno. It started to rain. He walked along the highway
painfully dragging his right leg just to try a new sensation. As he walked he kept the sum of all license plate numbers of cars rush past target it with splashes of gray mud. When the car proceeded so rapidly as to preclude a complete view of the figures, evaded seven in total. Fifteen minutes was reached after less than seven hundred twenty-two million quattrocentonovantunmilaseicentoottantasei. To further embellish the result added fifty-periodic point arbitrarily.
he got home he noted the figure in the diary. Then he looked at the jacket that had hung all'attaccapanni. Some droppings of various birds had followed him inside the apartment, and now throwing with subdued splashes on it. So
Gniezno decided to grant that he meditated suicide early in the morning. But before he could implement his proposal slipped, banged his head against the table in aluminum Engadine and realized that life was good.

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Better

Schmeichel Captain of the 240th Division artillery photonics The room looked desolate desert. T67
creaked, and Caracalla, the old robot, came through the door at the bottom.
- Where the hell is everybody? - Schmeichel said.
- Duvalier has a fractured tibia while trying to open a jar of jam hyperplane Sarchiamoto IV.
- And Johnson?
- Died while consuming the aforementioned jam.
- Who opened the can?
- Lacedelli, sir, with a heavy laser.
- E Sikorski?
- It was lost in a teacup.
- But that has consumed the jam.
- No, sir.
- And where I am?
- 'N gul' to TTE, ah ah ah ah!
Schmeichel pulled out his gun modulated quantum and fired on the robot, which disappeared in a cloud of anti-neutrinos and pions K. A final electron rolled a few inches with a sad sound and decayed rapidly.
- Ahhhh, what a pain! - Shouted the captain, with his brain on fire. He ran screaming out of the control room and rushed into the toilet where he dipped his head in a sink full of water to idrosospensione magnetic. The sudden ionization did at first startled, then burp.
sat on the ground, his head in his hands.
- Good morning boss - he said.
- Hello Schmeichel - said the chief, when miniaturized for security reasons. - Hey, do not squeeze so hard.
- Sorry, boss.
- Nothing. Apparently we were only two of us to fight for democracy and freedom in the universe.
- Well, Duvalier has just broken a leg and maybe Sikorski able to exit the glass.
- OK, but for now it's just us.
- Fortunately we are well together.
- Yeah. Look, Schmeichel.
- M?
- Do not you think that ultimately democracy is not an illusion?
- No. But maybe you are.
- Or maybe the whole universe.
- So much effort for nothing.
- But we do not have to worry about the result.
- Yeah, it's true.
- Yeah.
- Sad, though.
- Yes, a bit '.
- Chief?
- Yes?
- Give me an order. At least for once. Tell me what to do.
- There is no duty, only will.
- So tell me what I want.
- Fighting for democracy and freedom in the universe.
- Even if they were all illusions?
- more so.
- Thanks again. I feel better already.