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I might just as well have come down here all by myself
Actually, I’m just glad to be alive
This day was gray, with heavy portents of rain
But we’ll have a good time anyway, right, Beautiful?
Everything about the night feels strange
She’s thinking that she should have brought her straw hat with her to the beach
I said it before, sir, you are a gentle man
Why is everything I am conjuring up in black-and-white?
Low skies and bare trees, hardly a soul to be seen
Truly the forkings and wanderings of the Nile are as unknowable as the streets of Cairo
I already impose on your hospitality too much
The sun is gone now; it will be dark soon
That’s how we progress as a culture
And, through it all, …
… the sun kept on shining
What if Newton was right, and all the others wrong?
Tell me this is just a bad, bad dream
The pair undressed quickly and silently
Who he was seemed actually to have slipped his mind
We are warm, slow, and sensual guys
As for the old, they had rites of their own
She closed her eyes, then looked again
And say which grain will grow and which will not
The scorpion was black with a purple shine
It was almost as if the child was waiting for something to happen
He was always sure that his mother was alive
She looked at him and nodded cheerfully
As the year went on, and spring gave way to summer
The house had a smell of damp and old cooking
How was I supposed to know the story wasn’t original?
Can you tell me a bedtime story?
To strive, to seek, …
… to find, and not to yield
We decided to see if we could make ourselves motionless
I slept most of the afternoon and woke up feeling terrible
People came here to hunt in the autumn
Thinking is a physical process that goes on in your nerve tissue
I was staring wild-eyed back at myself
A poisened silence floated through the rooms like a big fishnet
Halfway up the hill, he saw an elephant coming down
There used to be a big coconut grove here
An incense stick smoked below the images
You may not be ready for enlightenment
Ares always reemerges from the chaos
A big slap of memory floats up to the surface
The man in the backseat has a very large head
Turing figured out something entirely different
How far are we from Manila?
But he didn’t know who Kafka was
I said that in my youth I had been a rebel