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Type the superstition.
I do not believe it. Soon.
morning walk way and at some point of the journey, always the same, identically spit every day of my life from Monday to Friday for two years now, who do you see? a black cat. What
crosses.
Well, I say, life smiles at me.
With teeth rotten.
I stop for a few seconds, hoping that someone comes behind me whistling to peck at the time that the jinx is still there, in the air, looking round while the loser in the meantime, turn in circles as in most classic cases which commemorates the cucumber in search of dell'Ortolano ass.
Obviously there is not any. And of course I'm late, therefore, go back and take the long route will not speak.
Well, I say, life smiles at me.
with rotten teeth and a few.
I take courage and apnea superstitious sketch but as a hint of a step in a horror movie, the cat reappears from under a car and cross again. And two
.
I doubled over in pain.
And then again. Three
. I begin to slap
.
And again.
Four.
The final blow, vomiting green baby food as the child of the exorcist.
bewildered, prostrate, degraded, dehumanized , in a penitent, kneeling, walking on his heels, crawling like an amorphous form of prehistoric life, chewing broken glass, shredding armpits with hairpins, through the pass of bad luck universalcosmicainterplanetaria in front of me.

Now I want to say to all those who have loved me, I mean short, I believe that the end has come for me, that there is nothing more to do. The bad luck has made the commitment, he wanted to be explicit, perhaps to lack confidence in my abilities of comprehension so that if one does not get it, I send you four, so we are sure, there are no misunderstandings.
Let's just say that he wanted to eliminate any doubt interpretation about what the fate in store for me, probably , after a warning so sharp it will not arrive until tomorrow, maybe I will die instantly, maybe they are already dead and the keyboard is for itself.
short, everything can be.
The black cat had a red collar, I say so, out of sheer curiosity, unpretentious, even has a meaning in particular ' interpretation of the dark, violent death, with the highest type of physical suffering, for example.
Sure, it might well be that when the black cat passed back and forth on the trail of bad luck left on the tarmac, this is neutralized, so two for two 4, one washes the other bad luck, in my place and who killed the 33 Trent s 'is seen we have seen.
might work on the same principle of double negation in Latin.
Or, as is likely to be, at any moment I caught a pot of geraniums on the head, between the occipital bone and that other and fuck.
Who knows.
Since then, clearly, clearly, significantly a sign fatal to the cube of the square, according to the mathematical formula so on summarized :

{[(∜ 2 ² × ☁ 2 ¼ ≠ ¼ `) ÷ cat <∫> jinx ± 2 +2 + 2]} = σΥ ¿✞ ☠ ✞

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