I looked into the water. My destiny was drifting past.

A clown made fun of the city. They made fun of him and he wept.

To spit without covering it up with dust, to kiss with the tongue at midday without providing shade, are abominations to the god…

My fate is her voice: my mother can change it.

Not to know beer is not normal.




From Proverbs and Quotes


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