standing outside the white paper. White becomes asphalt, asphalt gets wet with rain. We walk over and I get wet feet.
I see a cat dozing on the roof of a car. But what have cats? They sleep more, do not realize that you lose most of their lives in this way? Of course a cat could be argued (a talking cat) that in the cat's life there is not much fun, not with the parameters I can judge human life cat, I would answer that is not true, there are things that cats can very well and that can fill a lifetime, "we can sleep well," he would say in a tense yawn and close your eyes sleepy.
And I should agree with him that cat shit. But what have cats? Someone should teach him a lesson.
Serial killer of cats. Start with the most colorful, if only because you can see better. Around with a chain attached to a good butcher's hook, the first cat I meet and I do rotate the hook except when this miracle by decapitation, and again I thank the sky, sticking in the skull of an old cat lady behind me.
change weapon, I see the patterns, I go for a war the festival of mica raclette.
Fionda, blowgun and new knife stolen from my mother. Now I'm competitive, but I hit just a peculiarity of enemy, the cat runs away. Damn, I did not address even when I introduce myself with tones of chivalry. Catching them is difficult, then does not know how to use the blowgun and sling me down on my fingers and do what should be a Scripting surprise becomes charged with a powerful cry of war. The cats so do not scrub them.
demoralizes me, I need redemption. Redemption that can only be found in alcohol or in the break dance street. I try both: hospitalization prognosis of 60 days.
I'll have time to reflect.
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