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09-03-2014, 05:36 AM
I have written this story using the song titles from our game.
Thank you, tailor STATELY, you have given me the idea. :)
I called Tim to suggest a meeting with me in some restaurant because we had to talk about our new book that we were writing together. During the last few months we didn't write a word and it was not my fault. He had some private problems with his girlfriend and just disappeared. It took me almost a week to find him. When I heard his voice he sounded better then the last time I saw him. After explaining him why I called, I asked:
- What do you say? Just don't start with your usual postponing and that 'Don't Worry, Be Happy' and 'Worry About It Later' sh*** of yours. You know that I don't like Contradiction.
He kept silent for awhile, then he said:
- I Know It's True But I'm Sorry to Say, Why do you think so much about such Simple Things. If You go to my head, this problem of ours seems to me like Toys in the Attic. My girlfriend doesn't like me anymore...
He almost started to cry. I was furious to hear that annoying thing again and without mercy told him:
- The Girl Can't Help It, you are such a bore.
But after hearing his heavy breathing on the phone, I felt a bit guilty for being so cruel. Finally, he is my friend and I should try to comfort him. So, I said:
- Find another girl. There are plenty of them around you. Aren't there?
He sighed deeply and answered:
- Another Girl Another Planet, Oh No!
Being really surprised, I tried to get deeper into his intimate problem hoping to find the solution for him.
- What's Going On?
On the radio they started to play 'Look What They've Done to My Song'. It seemed to me like a good background for his sufferings. Inside myself, I smiled to the synchronicity of the situation. Tim said:
- It Doesn't Matter Anymore Wassuup. All I want is to overcome this horrible feeling I have because she left me. I've started some Poetry In Motion, if you know what I mean.
I didn't know what he meant. But I said:
- Really Need to Tell You This: Tell her about it What Have You Done and what you should be doing. We can't just stop our work now when the situation in the novel we have written so far is becoming more and more complicated. We will lose the point if we wait too long to continue it. It Wasn't Me who has brought in those two new characters, but you and you must do the next move.
- I don't think that It's Just a Matter of Time, said Tim, stop panic! He shouted. We are not talking about the Last Chance To Evacuate Planet Earth Before It Is Recycled. Just wait a bit longer until I come back.
- Have you gone out of your mind! Where Do You Go? 'The Planets', our publisher, keeps calling me every day asking how far have we gone with the novel and I keep lying to him. I will certainly not do it any more.
- I am embarking On the Good Ship Lollipop, he said and, of course, as always he made me laugh. He was so glad about it, then continued:
- How Can You Be Sure that he won't wait as as long as we want. He never threated us like 'Love Me or Leave Me'. He needs us and we are not to worry. He'll wait, you can be sure about it. So, just relax and Swim Until You Can't See Land, ha-ha-ha...
I heard him laughing and it really made me a bit better. Few days ago he was only desperate and now he was giving me some hope that he will soon to Come Go with Me and When the Summer Moon Comes Along, things will be the same as before. Now, I sighed deeply and said:
- OK, I'll Be Missing You. Go and Change the World. Until you come back I'll be doing nothing but thinking about our continuation of the book. Only If you knew how much am I impatient. But, never mind, We Can Work It Out On a Day Like Today, goodbye.
We cut the connection and I thought of him with less anger. I looked through the window into the street. I felt like some one who would like to Come Out and Play with those children out there. But, I am too old for it, I thought. And, besides, Girls Just Want To Have Fun When All Is Said and Done, eh?
After almost a month, Tim called me. God! I was so happy to hear him and his voice, this time, was so cheerful. Before saying anything else he laughed and almost sang:
- Let's Go Crazy, sweety. Dancing In the Moonlight.
We both laughed and I said.
- I'll Try Anything Once we complete our work. Even Try Not to Breathe.
- Don't try that, my love, said Tim. Cheers!
- Cheers? I asked. Are you drinking? Oh, now I understand why your voice sounds like this. Jesus! Now we are in a real trouble. Come on, Tim, be serious, please.
- Here's To Never Growing Up! Here's The Itch That Creeps Through My Skull From the Inside....
After feeling happy because, at first, I thought he had recovered from his love problems, understanding that he had not, I sank into a deep depression.
- Tell Me What You See? I asked slowly to check his level of drunkness.
- I see What Makes You Beautiful, I see A Thousand Beautiful Things... He kept quiet and I kept quiet, knowing not how to react to this new situation. Then he said:
- Say Something, Whisper something nice into my suffering ears, Do What U Want, Let's Go Crazy.... He kept talking nonsense, I put the receiver on the table and almost cried seeing that things were even worse than before. As long as his voice was heard, I just set there. When it stopped I took it again and said:
- I Don't Wanna Talk About It, you are useless, that I see. Is There Something I Should Know? Something sensible, if you are capable to be sensible.
I heard his laughter and then:
- Wait And See, Get Ready, Tiptoe Through the Tulips, To the Rhythm, Swayin' to the Music (Slow Dancing). Do you know, Sylvi, that the Music Man, the one I introduced you to some times ago, He's My Brother?
Dazed and Confused about this subject he brought into our conversation, as if not really talking but Thinking Out Loud, I said without any connection to his question.
- I just Wonder What's Next, Tim. The next time you call, in what mood would you be then.
- The main thing is Stayin' Alive, Sylvia, my friend. Things Ain't Like They Used to Be. The situation is completely different now. I don't need to write novels anymore. I don't need to do anything anymore. Understand or not?
I was puzzled and stayed silent.
He continued:
- Since I Met You Baby, I went through many ups and downs...
- What do you mean: since you met me? There was No Love between us. We have strictly business ralationship. If you want to accuse me for your love problems, I tell you that It's Not True. But, if you think that, after your Lilly left you, you will not find another girl, you are just as well wrong. Love Will Find a Way again and you will be happy again.
He laughed bitterly.
- If I Lose Myself. No, no, no more love for me. I've decided to leave everything and build a little cottage Underneath the Big Green Tree. That's my future plan.
He is really gone insane, I thought.
- Baby, When We Stand Together, we are the best couple in the world. You don't want to meet another boyfriend, I don't want to meet another girlfriend, I think we should get married.
He burst into laughter, but I didn't join him. I was thinking: He is right about me not wanting to enter another love relationship after the problematic divorce. Well, at least I didn't want it at that time. But, you never know...
- Do You Believe in Life After Love? He said, and added, I Do. You Don't Know How It Feels, do you?
- Of course, I know. Have you forgotten Bernard?
- No, I haven't. Bernard the great! He thought he was a god's gift to this world. Hahaha.... Really, Sylvia, how could you marry such a conceited face, I could never understand it.
- Conceited? Hmmm.... Perhaps Perhaps Perhaps...
I never thought that Bernard was conceited, he was rather a solitude kind of guy, he could not cope with another people. He was something like self-sufficient device. In fact, I could not understand why did he marry me.
- That man was a Poetic Tragedy, More Than Words can say.
- Hey, I didn't know you despised him so much. Why?
- Honey, it is More Than a Feeling. Just remember his horrible Coat Of Many Colors. He looked ridiculous.
- Stop it! We are not here to talk about Bernard. Tell me what have you been doing all these days.
I took a book from the table, in fact, the manuscript of our unfinished book and it just occured to me that we could change the title into 'The Colors of My Life'. I said it to Tim.
- Yeah, why not! It Makes Me Happy to see that you have not given up our adventure. But, you see, I am not the old one anymore. Now I belong to the group of those Shiny Happy People.
Shiny happy people, what does he mean, I wondered, but just said:
- Not A Bad Thing, without really understanding his point.
- It is not not a bad thing, dear, it is a Good Thing.
- I Hope, I said, waiting for him to give me some more explanations.
- As I told you, this man, my brother who composes the music, his most recent song is called 'A Pillow of Winds'. Have you heard it?
- Yes, it is very popular and I like it, too. What about him? I was playing with this Ball of Confusion Tim kept handing me all the time.
- He is very rich, you can imagine how much.
- I can. It just Makes Me Wonder what does it have to do with you, or me....
- A lot. Simon, the musician, is my aunt's son, as you know. His gran grandfather left him a big amount of money which he wants to share with me, since I am his only cousin. So.... does it open your eyes now why am I in this mood. It is not drinking, although I must admit, I've taken a few drops... hehe....
He smiled shyly....
- I understand that you are going to be rich, too, and that you will not be obliged to work for money from now on. But, how about working for pleasure? I thought you liked our writing together.
- We'll come to it later. Listen to this, now. Simon asked me Who Wrote the 'Book of Love'? And I said - you. To what he opened his eyes with a great and pleasant surprise asking: 'The Most Beautiful Girl in the World'? I didn't know that he thought like this about you. You are not a bad looking girl, but, the most beautiful....
After hearing what Simon told about me I was so much delighted that I almost heard the music around me, or Maybe Angels.
- Maybe It Wasn't Me that he thought of when you told him my name.
- You mean that he though of Somebody That I Used To Know and introduced to him as well?
- Maybe.
- No, no... my brother, the Troubadour, is not a Coyote. He is an intellingent person. He knew exactly who did I mean. Anyway, he said that he was delighted with your book and that he would like you to write texts for his songs, because he thought that you were wasting your time with prose, that you were a poet and so on and so on. What do you think?
- I think that I can hear The Animal Song in me, but not a human one. No, I can't write songs texts.
- Let's Talk Dirty to the Animals, Tim was joking about my metaphor concerning my opinion about the alleged tallent Simon saw in me.
- You, girls, you are Strange Birds Flying Without Wings. Why do you refuse without trying? Is It Possible you will see after you try. They, the musicans, are not Pigs on the Wing, they will do their best to introduce you to the business....
Since I didn't say anything, he asked:
- Why Don't You Answer?
I was still silent thinking. He put me into a deep meditation state.
- Hellooooo! He screamed, Is There Anybody Out There? Subterranean Homesick Alien?
This brought me to reality again, I laughed, and he added:
- What's the Frequency, Kenneth?
- I've been thinking, Tim. Wait a moment. It is not so easy to decide to quit one job in which you've enjoyed and take another one about which you know nothing. It is like the Lost Cause. You'll Never Know when it is going to start troubling you much more than the previous one and you might regret. What If that happens?
- You can always go back to your previous job. You already have your place there and you can never lose it.
- Oh, Tim! It's All Coming Back To Me Now, Once When I Was Little, I went to a fortune teller and she told me that I was going to get very close with some one who would be rather strange and would make me change my life completely. Now, I see, it is not Bernard, it is you, Tim.
- I Told You I Was Freaky, my Gold, didn't I?
- But what about our book? Are we going to throw it out? All the work we did, Was It All Worth It?
- Maybe Baby, maybe we just come back to it again. Don't throw it out, put it in a safe place. Until I recover, I lost lot of weight. You can't See These Bones, there are no flesh on them. I must go somewhere to pull myself together physically. My soul is OK, but my body needs some care.
He smiled, but I knew that he meant seriously.
- It was a Cruel World for me during the last few months. I saw Tears In Heaven. But now it is better, much better. Especially after this Simon's idea. He is solving two problems: yours and mine.
- Well, it looks like it. When the Angels Fall some one comes to help them. You and I were fallen angels and there is this lovely man. Now we can start Running Up That Hill called life, again, Straight to the Top.
- We certainly can, my dear friend. Catch The Wind Runnin' Around, follow me up, Follow Me Down, Somewhere Only We Know. Don't Think Twice, It's All Right. But, take your time. Simon and I'll Be Waiting. Now that We Have All the Time in the World.
- Ha, ha, I laughed. Don't get Tired of Waiting.
- No way! Waiting for such a lovely lady? You must be kidding. No one could get tired with it. But, something else, let's be serious. Would you come with me, to relax and think it over to a mountain?
- Why not? Come On Let's Go.
Unlike me, I answered promptly without thinking, but, I had been thinking just enough during the last few months of Tim's absence. I was tired, I needed a rest, indeed.
- Don't Dilly Dally on the Way, we go tomorrow. Said Tim.
- Oh, you, O Superman! I will never be able to understand your ups and downs.
- Come Fly With Me, I'll hold you in my arms. You are my Sky High, and I am your Tarzan Boy.
- Deal, Tarzan. Bungle in the Jungle. I can already feel the breeze, Truly Madly Deeply.
- Just wait and see. It will be The Unforgettable Fire. You and me on the top of the mountain, it will Melt My Heart to Stone.
My childish friend Tim, was back again. And it made me really happy.
- We'll Smoke on the Water the pipe of peace with the world.
So, we went to that mountain. Tim was really 'skin and bones', but after a few weeks of our staying on the fresh air he returned to his old shape. Now he is somewhere on Hawaii, spending his enormous inheritance, and I am working with Simon. It has turned out that he was right, I am very tallented to write song texts and I don't need a partner for it, as I needed for novels. Life is good.
Thank you, tailor STATELY, you have given me the idea. :)
I called Tim to suggest a meeting with me in some restaurant because we had to talk about our new book that we were writing together. During the last few months we didn't write a word and it was not my fault. He had some private problems with his girlfriend and just disappeared. It took me almost a week to find him. When I heard his voice he sounded better then the last time I saw him. After explaining him why I called, I asked:
- What do you say? Just don't start with your usual postponing and that 'Don't Worry, Be Happy' and 'Worry About It Later' sh*** of yours. You know that I don't like Contradiction.
He kept silent for awhile, then he said:
- I Know It's True But I'm Sorry to Say, Why do you think so much about such Simple Things. If You go to my head, this problem of ours seems to me like Toys in the Attic. My girlfriend doesn't like me anymore...
He almost started to cry. I was furious to hear that annoying thing again and without mercy told him:
- The Girl Can't Help It, you are such a bore.
But after hearing his heavy breathing on the phone, I felt a bit guilty for being so cruel. Finally, he is my friend and I should try to comfort him. So, I said:
- Find another girl. There are plenty of them around you. Aren't there?
He sighed deeply and answered:
- Another Girl Another Planet, Oh No!
Being really surprised, I tried to get deeper into his intimate problem hoping to find the solution for him.
- What's Going On?
On the radio they started to play 'Look What They've Done to My Song'. It seemed to me like a good background for his sufferings. Inside myself, I smiled to the synchronicity of the situation. Tim said:
- It Doesn't Matter Anymore Wassuup. All I want is to overcome this horrible feeling I have because she left me. I've started some Poetry In Motion, if you know what I mean.
I didn't know what he meant. But I said:
- Really Need to Tell You This: Tell her about it What Have You Done and what you should be doing. We can't just stop our work now when the situation in the novel we have written so far is becoming more and more complicated. We will lose the point if we wait too long to continue it. It Wasn't Me who has brought in those two new characters, but you and you must do the next move.
- I don't think that It's Just a Matter of Time, said Tim, stop panic! He shouted. We are not talking about the Last Chance To Evacuate Planet Earth Before It Is Recycled. Just wait a bit longer until I come back.
- Have you gone out of your mind! Where Do You Go? 'The Planets', our publisher, keeps calling me every day asking how far have we gone with the novel and I keep lying to him. I will certainly not do it any more.
- I am embarking On the Good Ship Lollipop, he said and, of course, as always he made me laugh. He was so glad about it, then continued:
- How Can You Be Sure that he won't wait as as long as we want. He never threated us like 'Love Me or Leave Me'. He needs us and we are not to worry. He'll wait, you can be sure about it. So, just relax and Swim Until You Can't See Land, ha-ha-ha...
I heard him laughing and it really made me a bit better. Few days ago he was only desperate and now he was giving me some hope that he will soon to Come Go with Me and When the Summer Moon Comes Along, things will be the same as before. Now, I sighed deeply and said:
- OK, I'll Be Missing You. Go and Change the World. Until you come back I'll be doing nothing but thinking about our continuation of the book. Only If you knew how much am I impatient. But, never mind, We Can Work It Out On a Day Like Today, goodbye.
We cut the connection and I thought of him with less anger. I looked through the window into the street. I felt like some one who would like to Come Out and Play with those children out there. But, I am too old for it, I thought. And, besides, Girls Just Want To Have Fun When All Is Said and Done, eh?
After almost a month, Tim called me. God! I was so happy to hear him and his voice, this time, was so cheerful. Before saying anything else he laughed and almost sang:
- Let's Go Crazy, sweety. Dancing In the Moonlight.
We both laughed and I said.
- I'll Try Anything Once we complete our work. Even Try Not to Breathe.
- Don't try that, my love, said Tim. Cheers!
- Cheers? I asked. Are you drinking? Oh, now I understand why your voice sounds like this. Jesus! Now we are in a real trouble. Come on, Tim, be serious, please.
- Here's To Never Growing Up! Here's The Itch That Creeps Through My Skull From the Inside....
After feeling happy because, at first, I thought he had recovered from his love problems, understanding that he had not, I sank into a deep depression.
- Tell Me What You See? I asked slowly to check his level of drunkness.
- I see What Makes You Beautiful, I see A Thousand Beautiful Things... He kept quiet and I kept quiet, knowing not how to react to this new situation. Then he said:
- Say Something, Whisper something nice into my suffering ears, Do What U Want, Let's Go Crazy.... He kept talking nonsense, I put the receiver on the table and almost cried seeing that things were even worse than before. As long as his voice was heard, I just set there. When it stopped I took it again and said:
- I Don't Wanna Talk About It, you are useless, that I see. Is There Something I Should Know? Something sensible, if you are capable to be sensible.
I heard his laughter and then:
- Wait And See, Get Ready, Tiptoe Through the Tulips, To the Rhythm, Swayin' to the Music (Slow Dancing). Do you know, Sylvi, that the Music Man, the one I introduced you to some times ago, He's My Brother?
Dazed and Confused about this subject he brought into our conversation, as if not really talking but Thinking Out Loud, I said without any connection to his question.
- I just Wonder What's Next, Tim. The next time you call, in what mood would you be then.
- The main thing is Stayin' Alive, Sylvia, my friend. Things Ain't Like They Used to Be. The situation is completely different now. I don't need to write novels anymore. I don't need to do anything anymore. Understand or not?
I was puzzled and stayed silent.
He continued:
- Since I Met You Baby, I went through many ups and downs...
- What do you mean: since you met me? There was No Love between us. We have strictly business ralationship. If you want to accuse me for your love problems, I tell you that It's Not True. But, if you think that, after your Lilly left you, you will not find another girl, you are just as well wrong. Love Will Find a Way again and you will be happy again.
He laughed bitterly.
- If I Lose Myself. No, no, no more love for me. I've decided to leave everything and build a little cottage Underneath the Big Green Tree. That's my future plan.
He is really gone insane, I thought.
- Baby, When We Stand Together, we are the best couple in the world. You don't want to meet another boyfriend, I don't want to meet another girlfriend, I think we should get married.
He burst into laughter, but I didn't join him. I was thinking: He is right about me not wanting to enter another love relationship after the problematic divorce. Well, at least I didn't want it at that time. But, you never know...
- Do You Believe in Life After Love? He said, and added, I Do. You Don't Know How It Feels, do you?
- Of course, I know. Have you forgotten Bernard?
- No, I haven't. Bernard the great! He thought he was a god's gift to this world. Hahaha.... Really, Sylvia, how could you marry such a conceited face, I could never understand it.
- Conceited? Hmmm.... Perhaps Perhaps Perhaps...
I never thought that Bernard was conceited, he was rather a solitude kind of guy, he could not cope with another people. He was something like self-sufficient device. In fact, I could not understand why did he marry me.
- That man was a Poetic Tragedy, More Than Words can say.
- Hey, I didn't know you despised him so much. Why?
- Honey, it is More Than a Feeling. Just remember his horrible Coat Of Many Colors. He looked ridiculous.
- Stop it! We are not here to talk about Bernard. Tell me what have you been doing all these days.
I took a book from the table, in fact, the manuscript of our unfinished book and it just occured to me that we could change the title into 'The Colors of My Life'. I said it to Tim.
- Yeah, why not! It Makes Me Happy to see that you have not given up our adventure. But, you see, I am not the old one anymore. Now I belong to the group of those Shiny Happy People.
Shiny happy people, what does he mean, I wondered, but just said:
- Not A Bad Thing, without really understanding his point.
- It is not not a bad thing, dear, it is a Good Thing.
- I Hope, I said, waiting for him to give me some more explanations.
- As I told you, this man, my brother who composes the music, his most recent song is called 'A Pillow of Winds'. Have you heard it?
- Yes, it is very popular and I like it, too. What about him? I was playing with this Ball of Confusion Tim kept handing me all the time.
- He is very rich, you can imagine how much.
- I can. It just Makes Me Wonder what does it have to do with you, or me....
- A lot. Simon, the musician, is my aunt's son, as you know. His gran grandfather left him a big amount of money which he wants to share with me, since I am his only cousin. So.... does it open your eyes now why am I in this mood. It is not drinking, although I must admit, I've taken a few drops... hehe....
He smiled shyly....
- I understand that you are going to be rich, too, and that you will not be obliged to work for money from now on. But, how about working for pleasure? I thought you liked our writing together.
- We'll come to it later. Listen to this, now. Simon asked me Who Wrote the 'Book of Love'? And I said - you. To what he opened his eyes with a great and pleasant surprise asking: 'The Most Beautiful Girl in the World'? I didn't know that he thought like this about you. You are not a bad looking girl, but, the most beautiful....
After hearing what Simon told about me I was so much delighted that I almost heard the music around me, or Maybe Angels.
- Maybe It Wasn't Me that he thought of when you told him my name.
- You mean that he though of Somebody That I Used To Know and introduced to him as well?
- Maybe.
- No, no... my brother, the Troubadour, is not a Coyote. He is an intellingent person. He knew exactly who did I mean. Anyway, he said that he was delighted with your book and that he would like you to write texts for his songs, because he thought that you were wasting your time with prose, that you were a poet and so on and so on. What do you think?
- I think that I can hear The Animal Song in me, but not a human one. No, I can't write songs texts.
- Let's Talk Dirty to the Animals, Tim was joking about my metaphor concerning my opinion about the alleged tallent Simon saw in me.
- You, girls, you are Strange Birds Flying Without Wings. Why do you refuse without trying? Is It Possible you will see after you try. They, the musicans, are not Pigs on the Wing, they will do their best to introduce you to the business....
Since I didn't say anything, he asked:
- Why Don't You Answer?
I was still silent thinking. He put me into a deep meditation state.
- Hellooooo! He screamed, Is There Anybody Out There? Subterranean Homesick Alien?
This brought me to reality again, I laughed, and he added:
- What's the Frequency, Kenneth?
- I've been thinking, Tim. Wait a moment. It is not so easy to decide to quit one job in which you've enjoyed and take another one about which you know nothing. It is like the Lost Cause. You'll Never Know when it is going to start troubling you much more than the previous one and you might regret. What If that happens?
- You can always go back to your previous job. You already have your place there and you can never lose it.
- Oh, Tim! It's All Coming Back To Me Now, Once When I Was Little, I went to a fortune teller and she told me that I was going to get very close with some one who would be rather strange and would make me change my life completely. Now, I see, it is not Bernard, it is you, Tim.
- I Told You I Was Freaky, my Gold, didn't I?
- But what about our book? Are we going to throw it out? All the work we did, Was It All Worth It?
- Maybe Baby, maybe we just come back to it again. Don't throw it out, put it in a safe place. Until I recover, I lost lot of weight. You can't See These Bones, there are no flesh on them. I must go somewhere to pull myself together physically. My soul is OK, but my body needs some care.
He smiled, but I knew that he meant seriously.
- It was a Cruel World for me during the last few months. I saw Tears In Heaven. But now it is better, much better. Especially after this Simon's idea. He is solving two problems: yours and mine.
- Well, it looks like it. When the Angels Fall some one comes to help them. You and I were fallen angels and there is this lovely man. Now we can start Running Up That Hill called life, again, Straight to the Top.
- We certainly can, my dear friend. Catch The Wind Runnin' Around, follow me up, Follow Me Down, Somewhere Only We Know. Don't Think Twice, It's All Right. But, take your time. Simon and I'll Be Waiting. Now that We Have All the Time in the World.
- Ha, ha, I laughed. Don't get Tired of Waiting.
- No way! Waiting for such a lovely lady? You must be kidding. No one could get tired with it. But, something else, let's be serious. Would you come with me, to relax and think it over to a mountain?
- Why not? Come On Let's Go.
Unlike me, I answered promptly without thinking, but, I had been thinking just enough during the last few months of Tim's absence. I was tired, I needed a rest, indeed.
- Don't Dilly Dally on the Way, we go tomorrow. Said Tim.
- Oh, you, O Superman! I will never be able to understand your ups and downs.
- Come Fly With Me, I'll hold you in my arms. You are my Sky High, and I am your Tarzan Boy.
- Deal, Tarzan. Bungle in the Jungle. I can already feel the breeze, Truly Madly Deeply.
- Just wait and see. It will be The Unforgettable Fire. You and me on the top of the mountain, it will Melt My Heart to Stone.
My childish friend Tim, was back again. And it made me really happy.
- We'll Smoke on the Water the pipe of peace with the world.
So, we went to that mountain. Tim was really 'skin and bones', but after a few weeks of our staying on the fresh air he returned to his old shape. Now he is somewhere on Hawaii, spending his enormous inheritance, and I am working with Simon. It has turned out that he was right, I am very tallented to write song texts and I don't need a partner for it, as I needed for novels. Life is good.