You and me, we used to talk Like a river underground, the sewer where we used to walk. The hole at the end empties out to the pier Where paperboats disappear Me, I try to send this note, Float it like a paper boat, But paper sinks and words are weak. I try but I don't speak Join together in the silent snow Turn our faces up to see Not endless night, but day A pier And you and me, talking.
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Junk is the ideal product... the ultimate merchandise. No sales talk necessary. The client will crawl through a sewer and beg to buy.
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Show me one thing here on earth which has begun well and not ended badly. The proudest palpitations are engulfed in a sewer, where they cease throbbing, as though having reached their natural term: this downfall constitutes the heart's drama and the negative meaning of history.
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All philanthropy... is only a savory fumigation burning at the mouth of a sewer. This incense offering makes the air more endurable to passers-by, but it does not hinder the infection in the sewer from spreading.
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You can never change the scenery that surrounds you. You can run from the fists that pound you, but you cannot escape your feelings. I've crawled every sewer from here to there and I've never done it. And I burn silently.
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They've got flooding. They've got power outages. Their sewer lift station, their water facilities are not running at full capacity, and they have asked us to give them some time to get their utilities up and running and their infrastructure rebuilt,
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Life is like a sewer... what you get out of it depends on what you put into it.
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Hollywood is a sewer with service from the Ritz Carlton.
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Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you walk into an open sewer and die
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Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you walk into an open sewer and die.
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The road to Easy Street goes through the sewer.
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