The farmer and the peops were scared to death. The chickens did't give a shit...
The Art of Looking Good in a Wedding Dress-2
What I really think is that a man can say 'will you marry me' only once in his life. All other times are not really valid.
Lovers and wives, they can be many. But the words that really matter can be uttered only once. Accepting them as if they are only for you when you are not the only one to hear them is pretence. This is not right. This is not true. So, no, I won't.
Lovers and wives, they can be many. But the words that really matter can be uttered only once. Accepting them as if they are only for you when you are not the only one to hear them is pretence. This is not right. This is not true. So, no, I won't.
Did I Really Say That?
false memories... and even false perceptions... all these people in the streets... inane faces... some glowing with blissful idiocy... crowd happy... others thick, grim and stubborn... quiet and sombre little boys who would get their toys by silent pushing... did they ever play together? did they share?... of course they did... only with the girl they liked... she would get a shove if she directed her affections to someone else, though... or with the teacher, because she is the boss... little scared brats... so scared they are unaware... animal minds... so unaware, they feel pain as obstacle... just like protozoa... am I missing something? I am catching myself thinking, what is the matter here? Why? Is this all really that bad? Why are all these people out there now? Why are these kids bothering with flowers in the metro? Do they mean it? Are they doing it to keep and protect their values? What are their values? Are they happy?
Toys
We get introduced to the childhood friends of each new lover. And they get introduced to ours. Polar bears. Teddies. Dogs. Frogs. And an occasional donkey.
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