.. it often happens that when you make a slip of the tongue you don't want to correct it.
For 185 million euros . . .
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.. it often happens that when you make a slip of the tongue you don't want to correct it.
For 185 million euros . . .
...waitresses can be hostile toward bad tippers.
Our hearts are filled with...
Whoops, answered the wrong one.
...you can buy News of the World and get change back.
Our hearts are filled with...
discontent.
But very soon everything...
will turn out to be just fine.
Because in the end of every day..
.. life doesn't have a neat beginning and a tidy end.
Some of you may . . .
...look forwards alone, I look backwards to look forwards on my own.
History is...
... a systematic flux between truth and fiction. The conquerors and conquest can be either exaggerated and/ or underplayed — race supremacy may also dictate which side "won" or "lost" — barbarism is assigned to the peaceful and praise to the extravagant and biased. History speaks of the quality of humans to be both savagely illiterate and humbly literate at the same time.
The hourglass...
.. should stop but it goes on, and now I feel as if all my love and worry has been mocked.
Things work like that in families, and if you aren't careful ...
you wake up to reallise you have become your Mum.
cobwebs and bees nests..
...make for an inexpensive apartment.
I'd like to take this opportunity...
.. to pack my bags and leave without telling anyone.
I've been hearing funny things about . . .
... the girl with the sudden eccentricities, passionate curiosities and a whole deal of "otherness" of the frontier. They say she plagiarizes innocence and corrupts the everyday "idyllic" — and she censors the need of normality. I can picture her with a weeping silhouette as she narrowly escapes another caustic mark on her even fitted spirit. Maybe, she'll know that they don't matter.
There is so many...
There are so many .. old ghosts already with me, the ghosts of home, the ghosts of eleven or twelve years before.
It seems that there could be no end to their success, as long as ...
... mutilate my mind with their doubts and "reasoning" — corrupt my innocences (or vestiges of) with their droning, nagging alter-minds of psychosis. Plunging those daggers through I know that the psychotic breakdown may be temporary. A rush of euphoria may eliminate — hush it for some time.
And I can walk...