YOU WERE MY MOTHER?
In another life, so the story goes,
things that now cannot be, were.
Everything has its opposite in that
other kingdom. But if the opposite
there is the opposite of here, what's
the opposite of what's there? Here?
That doesn't seem right - it's too
much work for natural things, and
crazy options never materialize.
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I want to find another way : ride a
without any sound. Play cards with
some gas-station guy who's a genius
in disguise. Mention 'unleaded' to him,
and he goes on about what you're
not saying. He reads Beatles' songs,
and plays books by Mark Twain.
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You were my what? In another life?
Where? And in what other life? Tell
me now, I really need to know.
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