Abstract: Driven by a mission beyond its simple semi-cylindrical, Long Lumbricus The Brick just to blow the premises of the Socialist Party, saying by this simple and yet how brave passivity and softening bourgeois are sinful and criminal should be condemned and then judge.
You think that the office of any local Socialist Party explodes and burns like this. Simply
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You think sow death in the ranks of traitors, renegades, is a revenge of course, who makes a brief and violent movement. The Brick
Long Lumbricus smoked his cigarette and thought back to the scene. There was Pamela. Crossing the road, slow and perilous. The entrance to the Socialist Party, the comings and goings of luxury shoes, of Berlutti so tasteful, so expensive, oozing so the call to murder.
It would take time to any inspector or commissioner or whatnot, your narrator being no specialist police ranks and promotions, to understand the meaning of the destructive blast which came to knock this place as various municipal officials say Socialists had patiently for decades, transformed into a laboratory of their little petty personal election. While the banker
certainly the trader, the speculator certainly had fallen into disgrace. There was very little in the commentator believes fellow and we avoided the insurance broker as the leper few centuries ago.
But never, ever, public morality had questioned the virtues of the ruling Social Democrats stars, or their foundation, nor alliances, nor their ability to produce a new world. The Brick
Long Lumbricus knew him. He knew that nothing could be learned from these shit more imbued with ambition than public, more eager for great restaurants and flashy television dummy that social equality and justice.
He was convicted later he would think to judge them.
And especially, especially, it was running.
The underground world of his own, and his tumultuous galleries, had solved the problem this way, when men were content to build false hopes by projecting itself into space, the stars, planets, neglecting the revolution that was spreading beneath their feet.
him, the wretched of the earth, had wanted to make a clean sweep of the supreme art.
He therefore established the relationships required to install the bomb. So we would not have the presence of mind at first to imagine that the victims were killed by means other than the explosion, it was necessary that this explosion is violent.
He entered with difficulty, enjoying a moment of respite that members agreed the party sad, bitter that they were to determine if increasing the tax on very high incomes of 0.03% or would not be the driving profound changes in the majority, which assured them the joys of power.
He entered the office of Federal Secretary savagely busy trussing that which was his mistress and who enjoyed the certainty that she would one day become the wife of one of the most influential men of power. He enjoyed without guilt, knowing that his position allowed him to promise anything and everything to anyone, even marriage. Mr.
Federal Secretary, pants fell on the calves he had flaccid, the ridiculously buttocks in the air, waved his body fat between the legs of the political future of the region, a good 32 years full of ambition and boobs very evenly distributed.
her, pretending to cry a roar of a lioness undernourished, he pretended to believe it, staring at the portrait of Francois Mitterrand that adorned his sad office, unaware of the danger threatening them. The Brick
Long Lumbricus climbed on the thigh and penetrated the anus of precious federal secretary who felt a slight discomfort when he tumbled Madam, going and coming under the gaze of incredulous Lionel Jospin in a birch true.
he implemented the strategy known as nematomorphs, parasitic worm that takes place in the abdomen of some insects while taking care not to alter their vital organs. Nematomorphs When the insect wants to extricate himself, he forces it to jump into the water allowing it to regain the aquatic environment essential for its reproduction. The
nematomorphs pushed his victim to suicide, you are reading.
Long Brick The Earthworm its long period of captivity, had learned to survive and to kill. One day he learn to live again.
was thought therefore a desperate move of the explosion, when the fat secretary jumped out the window on the fifth floor, leaving her for dead companion in misfortune, whose skull had jumped as a result of the flight edge of a piece of the framework Glass photo protector of Martine Aubry. In
creeping social democracy was unknown fighting began.
Ignorance of the opponent is the strain that feeds the fire of the first shots.
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