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for someone half as smart
you'd be a work of art
Elliot Smith.
...communicating by grunts, they made their way to the top of the street, where they found the corpse of a once-loved football, and a few empty beer bottles. "where to now ?" one of them asked...
Screeching cockatoos in the park. The gentle distant sounds of trains, trams and traffic. A light breeze makes it seem like the trees are waving me goodbye. It's time to go home.