Peter said to Paul, “you know, all those words we wrote…are just the rules of the game and the rules are the first to go. Now talking to God is Laurel begging Hardy for a gun. I got a girl in the war, man I wonder what it is we’ve done.”
...now i’m dry of faults; wait for the rain;
soleil all over you, warm sun…
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