A clown came up to me and asked me where I was heading.
down to town, i said, down to town!
It was a sad day in June, that was
yet there he was and so was I.
Yeeeeeeeeee-Hhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwww!
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> How long have you been speaking Hungarian?
I was speaking a little bit of it for a little while ... enough to get by, in a way. but then i gave up before it rooted and now its mostly gone.
i wouldnt dare try speak any word of it out loud - but with dictionary in hand, structure a sentence online i may attempt.
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On Every Train Grain Will Bear Grain
you just got yourself into so much trouble
If Antony lingered in his describing his surroundings, it would not be unfair for one to think the plot would be about an uneventful, hazy day on a farm. Antony interrupts in the third sentence before one can think the above, with the words:
This was not like other times and I could feel this sharply. I knew something had happened, but whether it had to do with Rosalie or not I could not say.
This sombre song would drain the sun
But it won´t shine until it's sung
My heart is in San Marino
I left my fart in Sam Frank's disco
O, the weasels, the weasels.
The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
Jesus Geoff had a furry friend,
and a furry friend had he.
They lived in a pipe and ate peaches and tripe,
and read to us Deuteronomy.
<peaches and tripe....eww...I like both, but not together>
