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Eureka? and The Timothy Adventure

Hi! Double wave. Here you got two things just written. Comedy is still beating in my veins, but in a more serious way. Ironic. Actually it always beats in some ocasions. Like when I'm with pals, or in theatre, or when I try to cheer up someone. But that's another me. Another me who doesn't write. ¡Hola! (ese chiste solo podía ser en inglés) Aquí van dos cosas recién escritas. La comedia todavía late en mis venas, pero de una manera más seria, qué ironía. En realidad, siempre late en algunas ocasiones. Como cuando estoy con amigos, o en teatro, o cuando intento animar a alguien. Pero ese es otro yo. Otro yo que no escribe. Eureka? Then I found this man who told me I could excavate in a particular place well before of course I wanted to find it but it seemed so impossible that I gave up I was crazy about but I left it but then this man came and told me it was safe to dig in there that there was sand and not stone it was curious because he wanted to dig but he couldn't I…

The toy/El juguete

Another thing for my beloved english speaker public. Written originally in english, I feel kind of proud of this text and I hope to make you think. Its key it's very easy to obtain. The toy I gave you this toy, feeding-bottle so you could live, my son, but I TOLD YOU you couldn't like, screw it up. I don't care if you only have some thousands of years, you've got to be RESPONSIBLE and you seem like you don't care. Is that pretty, huh? My son, I told you, if you bite the nipple with sharp intentions, if you throw the bottle again and again against the wall, you will end up blocking the mechanism, the weird nutritious liquid won't be potable anymore and, with that, you will die of hunger, of maybe poisoned, I don't know! The point is that when I and I had you I didn't mean you to kill yourself. Also it irritates me a lot having to talk through black collars with some squary white infiltration, but since I resolved not moving from my cotton candy residenc…

The Chamber of the Future

The Chamber of the Future Under a junk'n'soil purée (a lot of metres), we can see the Chamber of the Future. It is not really a Chamber, but a group of them; actually, maybe it isn't even called like that, maybe some of its people just want to feel special. Theirs is one of the last cities on Earth, and since all of them are incommunicated they can do that sort of cool stuff. 'Where do you live?', 'In the Chamber of Future', 'Wow...' The Chamber of Future is made out of some few steel rooms, that may give someone claustrophobia after a while, with some people who know they will probably have no descendants so they just live to have some fun. We'll look at some of this wonderful individuals. *** Peter. 15 years old, the flower of life. Doesn't know if the expression it's still valid since there aren't those anymore. But Peter is confused. Dalila, the 16 year old girl of the town, is so ugly he doesn't know if he likes women, so h…