The Devil was looking for the cat without feet as the black exception to the famous rule

 A miraculous peak falls from the non-existent clouds. Good comes as a forgotten thing in the XXI. Rhymes neither ton nor to are the crazy phonemes without any identity crossed in the middle of the streets, going their crazy circulation invaginating under the smelly asphalt from bad to bad, from worse to worse in its watery sea of ​​piss. Pretending to swallow the word in a single sip, the sea tends to choke, incessantly, with the itching of the salt. Nothing in the other world seems to fake his crazy act, before stretching his leg, with whose rigidity he trips, he breaks the pipe that gloated on his lips like an old gray devil monkey before the unbearable acidity of learning. The Devil was looking for the cat without feet as the black exception to the famous rule at two in the afternoon whose cat-jumping smile caused him. He used his four cat legs to tap on the front face of the door(s) since they were closed right on his nose, leaving him breathless on his face. holes left by his nose(ces).

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