It seemed better to not even think it
You couldn’t mention it
You couldn’t talk about it
But there was the other part
Do you see how this used to work?
You couldn’t do it alone
It was impossible to know anymore
There was a long pause this time
Life was good
What now?
I. Don’t. Love. You.
You are just tired
This was her duty
You’ve just seen me
No one tells me anything
Imagination only fails us in the end
I believe we’ve come to the end of our options here
You can’t live a life that’s no longer your own
Can I see your dogs?
Do you really need that thing?
It was so easy to let oneself go
The important thing is to go away now
It had been difficult to find
It was a tough little place
What a wonderful animal!
There was a big crowd
I was not quite sure how I felt
Gone fishin’
We’ll be asking ourselves that for a long time
I sometimes wonder
He had had many conversations during his long life
It’ll be a long day for you
Builders, dreamers, and people of imagination enjoyed such places; others saw nothing
He obviously ran this place
Human nature being what it was
May we know what the hell we are doing?
The grove in the temperate rain forest
A long way to carry a dead fish
This had been going on all the time
I would suggest taking no immediate action
The sunlight hits it perfectly
It just happend more slowly in real time
Seeing is believing
Hello, this is E.T., is anyone listening?
What’s going on?
It was done quietly and secretly
I don’t want to go!
Things were supposed to go up, but not come down
Everything was different now
It’s pretty experimental still
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