I cried out and my own voice was muffled by the hood.

petak, 16.04.2010.

Up ahead, I saw someone, a middle-aged lady in a hippie dress, falter and fall.
A moment later, I caught my breath, but I didn't say anything.
Laughing is the sensation of feeling good all over and showing it principally in one spot.
My friends are my estate.
The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young.
Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn whatever state I am in, therin to be content
Feet, why do I need them if I have wings to fly?
We need anything politically important rationed out like Pez: small, sweet, and coming out of a funny, plastic head.
When I came back to Dublin I was courtmartialed in my absence and sentenced to death in my absence, so I said they could shoot me in my absence.

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