I am in a spot where I can neither be what I always am nor turn into what I could be
Neither one of us knows what to say
We stayed strong for a very long time
We used to hang around amongst the burnt out cars and buildings
I expect much more epic story telling
I started putting tags up when I was about 9
Cherish it, because it is the last freedom that we have
I would read the streets as I went round the city
For me there was no choice, someone had to take a stand
No one really did rooftops like we do now back when we started
Sweating in tunnels, waiting in the cold, living a free life
On nights like these we defy fear and conformity and dance in the flicker of hope
That’s why I tried to document the moment
Smell this, and if you are hungry eat
Her safety was now enhanced but not insured
She had to get back underground as quickly as possible
She had spread her four membranous wings and flown into the air
We might as well have a disco!
But at forty you learn all about it. Even your passions exhaust you
Before forty, you think that exhaustion is something like a long-lasting hangover
I was the last of the hopeless romantics
It rained two hundred and eighty-seven days of the year
You’re kidding
Her face long and grave and bursting with expectation
Time jumps and jumps again
All is well
Her mind runs free
This is the peace at the center of life
She’s thinking that she should have brought her straw hat with her to the beach
Sein Himmel war es, der sich über die Erde wölbte
Gone fishing
He has turned minutes into hours, and hours into days
Let us stroll up a bit farther
If the work was all that trivial, why did you bother?
Spent nearly twenty-four hours here, alone
He is a very reputable thief
I am trying to recollect what it looked like
It was a subtile message
As I glance downriver I see a flotilla of watermen’s boats approaching
You have cast a new light on the matter
But this is not, as I gather, the machine that does the thinking?
I am accustomed by long habit to being in a chain of command
I shall make inquiries. It is strange.
I had no idea that I stupidly interrupted something
The number of her male admirers had not diminished over the years
Note the careful selection of words
He needed no wig, for his hair, though thin, still grew long and straight
Never again interrupt us at our work
Shall we try to force it open?
I should not love to be your companion for any length of time
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