A: Hmmm. A little boy went out to play. When he opened his door, he saw the world. As he passed through the doorway, he caused a reflection. Evil was born. Evil was born, and followed the boy. B: I'm sorry, what is that? A: An old tale, and a variation. A little girl went out to play. Lost in the marketplace, as if half-born. Then, not through the marketplace - you see that, don't you? - but through the alley behind the marketplace. This is the way to the palace. But it isn't something you remember.
"Here I was born, and there I died. It was only a moment for you; you took no notice."
It would be nice to think that since I was 14, times have changed. Relationships have become more sophisticated. Females less cruel. Skins thicker. Instincts more developed. But there seems to be an element of that afternoon in everything that's happened to me since. All my romantic stories are a scrambled version of that first one.
There was no bullshit, no arty pretensions. "Doug," he'd say when we were doing Written on the Wind, "Give me some bosom."
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"Do not talk to me about pork when we have a crisis on my hands!!" - Producerem
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"Do not talk to me about pork when we have a crisis on my hands!!" - Producerem
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There are consequences to one's actions. And there certainly would be consequences to wrong actions. Dark they would be, and inescapable.
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B: I'm sorry, what is that?
A: An old tale, and a variation. A little girl went out to play. Lost in the marketplace, as if half-born. Then, not through the marketplace - you see that, don't you? - but through the alley behind the marketplace. This is the way to the palace. But it isn't something you remember.
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