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He decided he could really use a drink
He’d planned this all along
This is who I think it is, isn’t it?
You’ve been holding something back, haven’t you?
Will you stop talking about my damned legs
You’ve had a dream
There were signs of improvement
And whose ghost might I be hunting?
You seem confident I’ll agree to all this
I can be alert and stoned. I’m adaptable
Buffalo dung never lands twice on the same mushroom
The rocks move all the time
There was a massive silence
He turned around and a shudder ran along his spine
And with no invitation, she launched into a poem
I’d sooner run head first into a bramble bush
How on earth can you be this jolly?
You do realize you’ve screwed up the carburettor assembly?
What happened to love and harmony, man?
There was so much I didn’t understand
Something beneath the ground was attempting to dig upwards
I can’t tell you all my secrets so soon
Tomorrow seems as good a day as any
It makes sense to me
Everything might get back to the way it was
It seemed like a silly idea if you ask me
That towel had worried him since he’d first seen it
Do you think I’m hero material?
They sat silently for another moment, watching the moss grow
Is that you inside that ridiculous disguise?
All the jokes had already been used up over that one
Exactly what I was planning to do
The palace will soon be ours
There was no supervisor to make complaints to
Fortunately we live in a place where things like this are so scandalous people continue to talk about them
And what’s your definition of living?
Whatever place we chose was our world
She hoped he’d come back to see her someday
What exactly do you think you’re doing?
Of course they were happy to be there
There was no doubt this was a small thing
I’ve never seen nothing like that
He’ll never be happy there
I’m starting to believe I’m invincible
He suddenly felt vulnerable, and mortal
They had a mystery on their hands
They all did their best
But there was just him, and the blackness, and silence
Mumbling quietly to himself, he slowly raised his hand
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