I reckon that
if'n you can't see beauty
in things abnormal,
I should slap ye for
seein' otherwise. Like if
all of the different
tongues of the world
were up'n snatched and
tied together and
then everybody with their tongues all twisted
would try and pull back
at the same time. And finally
we'd all be speaking the same language:
Pain.
But the knot would tighten.
Aug 8, 2010
Aug 8, 2010 at 11:52 PM UTC
I reckon that
if'n you can't see beauty
in things abnormal,
I should slap ye for
seein' otherwise. Like if
all of the different
tongues of the world
were up'n snatched and
tied together and
then everybody with their tongues all twisted
would try and pull back
at the same time. And finally
we'd all be speaking the same language:
Pain.
But the knot would tighten.
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