Tom Waits on a Downtrain Train, Time Doesn’t
“I must apologize for calling so late,” said he, “and I must further beg you to be so unconventional as to allow me to leave your house presently by scrambling over your back garden wall.”
I changed my mind, Akosh is a rather good name.
Futbol hurts all week after.
I don’t understand. Most.
TMS en espanol, heh, how is that for a coat. I’ll grow into it.
I’m climbing a mountain for three days in spring. Wanna come?
I like this Land Rover. I prefer Bonatti Grey.
The other day, I thought Sherlock Holmes was dead. How foolish of me.
Much Ado About Nothing, reminds me of myself.
“We talked to Teasedale at the Branch and he said have more meetings out there.” How cool is that? More meetings!
“But what does it all mean?” I asked.
He held out his hand, and I saw in the light of the lamp that two of his knuckles were burst and bleeding.
“It’s not an airy nothing, you see,” said he, smiling. “On the contrary, it is solid enough for a man to break his hand over.”
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