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We’re all getting close now
Also skateboarders. They’re a different breed
She was just waiting for him, then they’d walk back to town
And if we didn’t answer the questions, they’d take us to jail
Sir, you sort of wish you were in here, don’t you?
I don’t think there’s any other way
I don’t know how we’d get along without you
That was something of a relief
But I need two promises. First, that you’ll be home before dark
I don’t think anybody’s here
You never win against the house
Who can tell us what the next step is?
Nothing beside remains
Me have had better days
How far away is the rest of the world?
It looks as if she’s been waiting there for hours
I might just as well have come down here all by myself
Actually, I’m just glad to be alive
It will be there when you need it
How long are you going to leave him in there?
This day was gray, with heavy portents of rain
But we’ll have a good time anyway, right, Beautiful?
There was not much to say to this
Time seemed to be stranded
There were places that would never be destroyed
The comfort of silence without the threat of misunderstanding or estrangement
Gone fishing
Now that I know I must go home, I almost want to go
Everything about the night feels strange
Many’s the man lost much just because he missed a perfect opportunity to say nothing
Time passes without seeming to pass
Still and all, there’s no two men the same
I want to say that I am afraid but am too afraid to say so
This is a new place, and new words are needed
Here there is room to think
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 used to hang around amongst the burnt out cars and buildings
I expect much more epic story telling
Cherish it, because it is the last freedom that we have
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
But at forty you learn all about it. Even your passions exhaust you

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