Small spouses of the earth certainly will not decrease: the right (dis) solution. The Cove That is why television needs splatter of tomato juice biological el'ambientalismo not even need fresh meat. True. The planet was called. Asking for help. Understanding. Supplication.
Heart emptied of its redness. Dustbin of chemical and phrases. Revolution. And green vegetables. Survive and fertilize. Ecosystem and holy frugality.
than good. Illus
can not. At that
so, at least.
What can you expect from a world that increasingly resembles a wrinkled gnashing pumpkin at the end of October?
it all began.
said that only some really heading. Those which can not be trusted.
And even when a bunch of crazy plans, you can expect everything. Even that everything succeeds.
Will and extreme recklessness is as if, paradoxically, a wedge shape, geometry of the vortex. At the base is fury, while at the summit lies the solution. Finale.
Scholars have always remembered that when a handful of short takes the initiative to turn the existing state of affairs inevitably fails. O degenerates. They
clung to this second option. They were like leeches
young, so full of life.
The "Settlers of Antilicia 'or' Anti Licia Colo-ni." How do you prefer, a group of unknown people.
no names, but looking for someone to give them visibility.
plots and petty chronicle mechanisms have in common. These ideas-model.
was needed baby-builder. The apprentice puppeteer. The grizzled. The man-voice. Yes, just Lamberto. They went to
Saxa Rubra in style.
He was talking about Sara when the gas from the pipes went into the study. Odorless, colorless, like water or a story, fresh and rousing. "We wave ... "
few coughs. Live. Followed by a sudden attack and spread of dandruff and manicure
extreme. Wrinkles formed by choreography. Pustules appeared on his temples and hills and valleys of experts. The gums of the conductor retired to the scalp. His face as Emoticons.
Tricks of the trade? No.
the settlers had synthesized a filter. Something like poppy rotten and expired steroids. Limp fabrics but good for dancing brain waves. In short, killing and transmit to the world.
The icons change, the work continues.
were zombies.
...
?!?
...
Pas mal. It would just change a little the title of the program ... "
The indirect life. " Yes
And if the news from juicy become greedy so be it.
is not this what you wanted, people? Discover our inner and our insides without meditating without dying.
So their plan worked. He showed us what we're made of: sap, grunts and emotions toothless.
The plays broke out when the second episode with some accomplices of the plot-injected the substance even in the bodies of the victims of the crimes covered. The theaters of the crime came to life. Undead chasing hunters scoop. Sharp shots. So the hub body. True media cannibalism. One
scpetàcolo .
The mildew stain will spread in every human direction. And
Lamberto devoted three special issues to the most serious cases.
We can not spare you.
1. Title: Unfair competition can be lethal.
Voiceover: Honeymooners.
He said Testa, and Colasangue Destomacis.
So without pay us the rights they tried to pour out their bile in the current channel. In prime time, too. The lyricist
Bonolis presented with a loud voice the parade. The minstrel Laurenti while he laughed. Acuto.
First faction "Aaanoressiche day," then "evening", "disco" and "in bed". It was described femurs that overlapped with skill, double minds zero and backs the envy of a stegosaurus.
"Instead of there, as challengers, ladies and gentlemen, public Noantri, microcephaly and increased by a fifth network, here ... glii Zooombiii, "At any time and anywhere. Tottering, and creeping slinguazzanti. The challenge
points was wide open until the final bars, the two sides were too similar. So challenge to the death. Therefore sprang the living dead. He went
that the public did not know who to vote for. Those guys with bulging eyes were baked there on the last bastion of the Old Regime television and trendy. They wanted big tits round asses and old-fashioned. Not quell'ossuto flaccidume. And then pissed
bad. They started whistling and shouting. The tension rose. They threw chairs and binoculars. Guerilla studio instead of the stadium. The scenery trembled. Theater of conflict. The banks of the competitors were uprooted. Class struggle rather than class. Times have changed. The group
skinny recoiled in terror. The faction zombie ribs instead moved slowly to the ground. As an army of snails. Clearly, with an adjacent trail of slime. The indignant
avoided or crushing them. Crazy. Goths are not as chubby cheeks, but only remnants of lives and provisions. Red with anger and pride and led by rural Odoreacre, smashing everything in their path.
chased the duo cheaters, the "Pinky and the Prof's Capital."
They had taken refuge on the scale of Mother Nature, now duly and mechanically lifted from the ground. Were safe there. But, hungry eyes looking down, his voice a whimper with helium to regret the timing of the piano, while the other shouted quotations One of the puppet, which Bim Bum Bam had taught him the art of conducting, with the 'intention to soothe children's minds.
did not work.
The cave under the bridge they stopped and gathered in a short council of war.
mask their anger went away.
was then that the pack leader looked up, defiantly, The two presenters perched like two frightened cats on top of a tree (in which case your tree of life, when Mother Nature if she snuck out of a piece).
Odoreacre grinned. While grimacing in pain distorted the faces of his comrades. The look of the besieged
descended slowly down.
And they saw ... Oh Christ ... saw their end in the face.
Splashing infected blood and tartar ankles: Truzzi had left the bite!
had accepted the change, the sluggish progress, the road muddy.
would have taken them from starvation. In every sense.
Dear viewers, who say at this point if not "Hello
" Hello
Darwin. " Evolution has taken a new turn. Or rather a new ... wrinkle. "
2. Title: The news is always fresh to the last minute.
Voice: Honeymooners.
Service: Destomacis only (head and fall and Colasangue remained dry.) None
crederebe a maximum security prison of the twenty-first century can still be made of stone. Damp and dreary as the castles of the good old Hammer films.
But for daily interviews with the killers needed a place like that. The films are thus more natural. Pale. Sincere.
The atmosphere is everything. I'll repeat it ad nauseum. So
had put in the underground darkness. The pit.
His hair was shorter. Same profile and sharp eyes of the bewildered and spiritualism. Chin slightly raised. Shirts. White. As the coffin of her son Samuel to the Italians, for her
my Samuel.
there was rotting on the bottom of squeaks, pain and madness, extreme. Never understand. Never.
The rapture does not give an explanation of sorts. At most of chance. Charms. It is enough.
But the scientists wanted to study the prison. Still call it science. Yes, they call "knowledge" that game macabre. Analyze the reactions of women to stimuli inflicted. And infectious. Suggested by their brainy ideas and cognitive or envy of other guests or the public policy of that horror home young and attentive. Impartial. Science.
E 'that serve the sentence by sentence. Strike, attract, win and gives life to death. Simple rules to be paradoxical showbiz apotropaic.
This Gothic edifice resounded with cries of a child, created from old phonographs concealed in niches in walls. And why the guards went around with the pacifier. And at night diapers fluttered between the grates really like ectoplasm from the stench of hell. Other times, the journalists informed the woman that was found true murderess, or that the boy Samuel was alive somewhere, and then died, well, killed again, and so on, in a spiral and without ill effect.
Until that evening. The turning point. The revolt. The grand final
.
At midnight he began to perceive a noise almost uniformly on the polished floors from dripping. Perhaps bare feet. O carcasses? Worms? Monsters?
No. Maybe only barefoot. For now.
They advanced and advanced. And as we approach the muffled sound became slower. Undulating. Tremendous. Two
appeared wide-eyed into the slot of the security door number 9. Alongside stands a word in metal type and Victorians: Franzoni.
"They're coming from mee-e?" Twisted neck. "To mee-e?" Thought the woman. If you think one can say meow unstable going into the skull. Moves red eyes horizontally. Several times.
His focus is placed Finally, on the corner on the left. At the bottom.
Barefoot. As expected.
But many barefoot. In a row. It borders in white robes who licked her ankles. The pale light illuminating only the area below. The legs are set in motion toward his room
.
seemed details of a procession of Dante. Spare shepherds directly to the cave. Crib bleak. Citizens who gather at the meeting even though they already know who the Goat.
"I want to make a gift, number 9. You won. "
not understand. Shadow looked at her and she did not understand.
entered and the encirclement. Priests and anonymity. Affiliates and redeemers. A slight figure
handed her a ball of age.
you, slow, welcomed him loosely in her lap.
Then, gently, pushed aside a corner and looked down.
is immediately recognized.
and moved in unison. A monster
descuamato went off like a snake voodoo, black as a witch appeared curved away from nightmares and unspeakable.
accomplice was a hug, vindictive, unforgettable.
3. Title: Z against Z (ie zombies against Gypsies), fight in the queue to humanity.
Speaker: Honeymooners.
NB: It 's an audio service to highlight the voice of the conductor (and why Destomacis was transferred to slag and then expelled).
The encampment of tents from the faded colors was perhaps the last bulwark against the carnivorous horde.
They knew that they would be attacked because "paper sings" (and those of their seers also play the accordion).
But, "for the Black Madonna," are still gypsies! And nothing gives them concern, if not pillars or fixed gain. So
continued to graze their horses around the fortress (fortress nor without force) and pour liquor to children because they were-even more so in that situation-burning stages (and food debris in the stomach to be less appetizing) .
All the while the surrounding hills were filled with hungry and sbrodoloni beings.
All with a calm and sleepy cunning.
Mantra the sea around the island of humanoid ended the piece, the community gathered in a circle. Talking in a few minutes. They laughed. Then he embraced them all. The women exchanged bracelets, charms and rings and ruffled the hair of children. Husbands spank skill with the butts of their wives and other women. The children rolled up his mustache grandparents and simulated to extract their old gold teeth. Their heritage.
Then the people looked and nodded, suddenly becoming serious. Very serious. Impassible. Just as a community that has seen many and is so relaxed, but when the wind changes knows what to do.
Three young men broke away from the group to blast in one of central tendency. Harlias were the writer, with his gold glasses, Mary the dressmaker, with a belt equipped with wire ties and polychromatic, patches and needles of all kinds, and Zoran "El Dios de gloves," for having marched in the bag to Maradona person during a funeral for the Hispano-Neapolitan districts. Other
Meanwhile, mothers, fathers, old people, children and stepchildren, shows off their potential defensive rods, old colt and shotguns, crowbars, of course, and even circus whips handcuffs leopard.
They created two wings, funnel. At the top were the senior high, upholstered in
rakia like sponges, women and children in the rear guarding the central square in front of the tent, protected from behind parked caravans and carts.
The clash began without hesitation. Neither battle cries that could be called such, ie uniforms, tribal coded.
The screams were those of the first major fact of the provision (the old), who, while starting to be torn to pieces, smashing the zombies head in flasks and drained the contents languages \u200b\u200bpestilential, judgments, dying, in bulk, "
B'vììt , drink,
uagliòni . This is medicine. That may be about
coléééra will pass. "
Young adults while strapped and detached limbs, including a whip and the other is combed his hair slicked and shouting hoarsely, "Ae. AE. Come, come even avant
. But ordered Asinone more
ordinàààt !"
Women incited the bottom of the channel and gypsy, to ensure that children had time to recharge the slingshots, threw various objects-as well as possible: rococo lamps, horseshoes and last lines also crystal balls. Fate rolls.
The crowd was advancing, and devoured.
defensive lines were very short, when three Roma pride of the nation ran out of the tent, rolled into the inlet community e. .. jumped with all his might against the enemy ... disappearing between deformed bodies.
was the last gesture recognizable group of nomads.
The rest are remains. The survivors were run over. All. Among the corpses it would be possible to recognize three young gypsies: a writer, a seamstress and a pickpocket.
But then that their gesture meant something? It was an escape or a libertarian and light-hearted gesture? Maybe both. It was an act of extreme heroism and futile rebellion? Yes, maybe so, too.
But this is what it would take a normal person or a history of popular traditions.
If he were still in circulation a real Gypsy, a Gypsy
heart, well, in that case he would raise his eyes to the horizon and, between the formless mass of zombies it identifies winners one, one, in which three brave men of the Hail Mary Black have left a souvenir in their style. The green guy was in fact a piece of new leather, sewn to the ass: a wallet worn (thus matching the new owner) which contains a counterfeit note, some coins and a note that says:
"A world turned upside down can not find us unprepared. Piantatevelo head. We are visionaries. Those who know ... and adapt, opposing. We will always be the other side of the coin. The mutants in the negative. Mr. I-averse. So if you are the ones covered with rags, certainly we can not shell out your wallet. No, we act accordingly. We give away tricks. We reject it, but we are the attraction. We call thieves, but the circus freaks the
, "The three papers" we gave them there ourselves. We are moving the branches that generate wind, but they believe all that is the wind move them. We will live well in advance misunderstood. And we do not change it. Never. There never defeat. Because you are the majority, compact. While we ... we are the unexpected, the change, the dizziness, the
Solitaire card game rigged. Dear Non-Dead, we then we are the Other. You do not care about
well of our tents, our lives, dancing barefoot, the charm of life open ... because in the meantime
willing to fraud to us. (Signed) Human Gitano ... "For if the life is not your
gives nothing, it means he wants to be
shoplift. "
Ah yes, the scene of twilight zombies (as made legendary by the death of their opponents, but still so romantic death death, death is not temporary, that is, non- deaths) was revived several times before on Vista and Network Magazine. And the world adapts to the model proposed. The people accepted the mass infection.
And all mingled.
Many believed that the zombies do not attack each other. for an alleged pact visceral. In reality it was an attitude of convenience and when they became the overwhelming majority hunger backfired others hungry.
The streets are teeming with murderers in slow motion. Fields became the seat of civil cannibalism.
It was mush.
Not even the first organizers, the settlers, were spared. Again, alas, equality and terror.
At one point, one island was still standing not smeared in the center of the world: Study 1. But even those telestatali
banks were intended to yield. Italy, which after six centuries back to the top of the world,
trashendendosi .
fact Sposini last episode was not limited only to incite Cadaverous, but to attract and convince the remaining rational and passionate chronic (ie the units still categorized and "brigades"), brought in two studio-quality baits. The
humans can not not watch that last show (even if only for critical or enthusiasm from last episode), you would think. So it was
(organized). In
'
left hemisphere of the study, under a glass bell-style
Lascia "Morgan was alive and concentrated on making meticulous explanations on the reasons for not being social and artistic zombizzati. His hoarseness uncoordinated and its castles look and convoluted puns were a great incentive to the undead. Brain surrounded by decomposition as songs can take on 'art deco
? Between the vanguard and dementia chose the second (which really was not as distinct from the first). The disease "rallentaneuroni" cost less than synthetic drugs. They went all part of the Purple People
. [By the way, was never known if Morgan became zombies-to oppose his opposition-lived or not-between zombies zombies zombies disguised as Bill Murray in Zombieland
, because since then no one noticed him more.]
only remained to convince the die-hard of the other people
. What
of Liberty. Imitators of
Knight,
headless , after the outbreak. The passion. This function fulfilled the other hemisphere of the study: the right, in fact. There was bound to a column the goddess of TV. Naked and lively. Blonde generous on display. With a bunch of humanoid beasts
leash around her, so far as not being able to eat but with so little to get the sticky tip of the tongue to the end of those huge breasts. Only she in fact, Juno and the evergreen Mara Venier, could guarantee a full house. Everyone wanted to be part of the script. The entire sovramondo satellite television and data transmission was so colonized. [NB: zombizza neurons and balls and the rest will follow.] In fact, Mara gave his all in turn. Soft, democratic, since internazionalpopolare. Last immortal icon. Diva. Immortal, before the chains give way in the study. And outside. And all life's accession to the dharma
toothless. And identity becomes just "
senzadenti ta.
The day came. And they were all zombies.
The Earth shook. Burned. But above all he staggered under quell'avanzamento lame.
Yet he continued to turn ...: cycles.
Compact yet different, or better ... and varied collection: recycle.
Here. Here's the realized dream of ecologists to be a part of nature.
gruesome fate that turns into a working revival thanks to unexpected events and uncertainties.
The main inaccuracy, as stated, was to argue that the undead to save their fellows. Far from it. So the most great fortune, unexpected, was that in the absence of opposing factions, you feed him half-dead carcasses each other.
This decomposition continues, followed by incessant poking bony fists raised again from the ground and soon after were reburied (and so on), made the soil humus planetarium. And we are reborn by the fertilizer.
Slowly, feuds between postanimalesche and aid to his feet and see the light outside the mound, he went back to normal. We were like new.
The globe was safe. Us as well. Sano and sacrosanct
karma regenerating.
optimistic forecasts of the fringe of the green guru came true. The scent of the future religious
trivial but effective. Salvation arising from a past manipulated by the use of holy books and television Vatican. The new eschatology was realized, reaffirming that deep down there had already been said by ancient cults:
apocalypse naturally follows the resurrection of the flesh.
was very New Age. Copyright © 2010 Gianmarco
