Saturday, October 16, 2010
The Gransolator’s clicking noise was eerily light, but enough to scare away the cockroaches, which would usually congregate by the leg of the coffee table, nibbling at the filth. Instead they stayed hidden, feeling, rather than seeing, the abyss of evilness of the dark, hunched creature that was licking the fluids seeping slowly down the tripod’s leg.
Approaching steps from the outside world brought a halt to the Gransolator’s rhythmic movement. The key turned in the lock. Yet another easy meal.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Thanks to Titta, he didn't need to do much. Titta had the capacity to concentrate maniacally until all the stimuli of the external world, indeed all the stimuli altogheter, ceased to exist. Titta had a lot of hair, but he was an albino. From 1987 he was concentrated on solving the toothpaste dilemma.
They were both useless individuals, so the state condemned them to death in 2005, since they could not meet the minimum standard of utilization, as defined in the bill known as "meatmincer", passed in 2003.