Скажет слово и поест, Морда вся в апатии. "Был, – сказал он, – говны, съезд Славной нашей партии. (с)
Поскольку малосольные огурцы не хранятся ни фига, естественный вопрос - откуда на Магадане весной - а XX съезд был в середине февраля - свежие огурцы? Узбекистан? Туркменистан? Откуда?
When he forced himself to look away, down at the parchment, he was surprised to see beautiful, flowing handwriting. “My goodness,” he murmured, bending down a little closer so that he might have a better look. “You are quite something, Sarah. Are you quite sure you were meant to be a maid?” She blushed and looked away, standing tall once more. “I was well trained, and it was very kind of the governess and my employers to allow me to learn.”
Old Man hypnotized Spiders with ancient eyes Black dogs who come in herds Old Man, the word Old Man, the word
Raised on golden days God love the USA Fed on the purple haze Young men today He heard them say Amen, Amen, Amen
I'll never say goodbye I'll never tell you lies I'm never gonna die Amen, Amen, Amen
Became the power man Raised on the ocean His hands, wrinkled brown Melt with the sound, melt with the sound Heros in silver scenes Real men never scream Old man I heard you dream Old man, the sound Amen, Amen, Amen
Young man's memories Stay with the summer leaves Old man, we can not see Old men decay Slip slow away Old man, we'll hold your face The suns danced for your song Old man looked around Heard but the sound Amen, Amen, Amen
I'll never say goodbye I'll never tell you lies I'm never gonna die Amen, Amen, Amen
Justin: This thing with your friend has gotten out of hand. I think it’s time we be realistic. You’re not moving to Austin, and I’m not interested in moving to San Francisco. Let’s stop wasting each other’s time. Good luck.
Good luck? What the fuck? Who says that in a break-up text? Who breaks up with a text? Justin had been avoiding my calls for a few days, so it shouldn’t be a surprise, but it’s still a kick in the gut. I mean, grow a pair and break up with me over FaceTime at least.
He calmed his breathing. Every sip of air was one closer to the end of his reserve. It would be a balancing act to make it back without suffocating. If he went too fast, he’d use his oxygen up quickly. If he went too slow, he’d simply run out of air before he reached his destination.
The important thing now was not to panic. It was imperative he get home alive so he could send the TV people right back to earth before the Chinese or the Russians attacked Station 7.
Philippa Carey graduated from Cambridge University as a Software Engineer, later becoming an entrepreneur, then a driver of heavy goods vehicles. Philippa is now semi-retired, writing and living near Cambridge in the United Kingdom.
