At Luigi's we drink and smoke
We sing songs about dead soldiers
Lead us not into redemption
We stand on tables and scream at water
The waiter is a sickly boy from Bruges
We cope with the deaths of children, but horses?
This is why I do not weep
When my father died, the dead clock in the hall started working
I appreciate, having no face is a problem, but get a grip
From a balloon the city is patterns, but they are gone when we land
What did you say to him, your murderer?
Once, at a London station, I passed my first wife who did not see me
Like someone wearing the glove he cannot find
I will leave you my debt
This is the first sun of a rotten spring
I didn't mean to, but I have torn the sky
I examine my corpse. It's pathetic
Duvet, blanket, coat
There is something about a good, stiff shit
We will send a dozen men on horses
My boy has fallen in love with a dragon and wants to make babies
Hamster Jam
I would love to unlock the door and let you in
I have an unreasonable hatred of serial killers
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