Your pepper is salty, you don't know how to live, YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO LIVE! With mystics of eastern premises and lights that do not turn themselves out when they are asked. I can't see your face. The light did turn itself off. And all the television set and the radios can do is play that same song over and over, as if it is the best song in history. C'est mangible derritand et le bastieu sans delice.
The dirigible is sounding wonderful, you know. Normal service is resumed! After all this time. And why is Myleene Klass spurting on about music and intelligence when she knows little about either?
Coldness in such close weather. Isn't it close! YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO LIVE!
Every tree will be burnt to the ground, every bird will make no sound, every ocean poured from above, before the people have taken enough.
