"FWLS61" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See) (With a bleep from franny to keep bad words from hitting our
audience's ears. We're not barbarians, after all... o/~ Plastic melting on my carpet She wants me to clean it up So I put 'em back in the box They stink up the room But I don't care All my lego bricks have been dropped in acid All my lego bricks have been dropped in acid But I play with them anyway My hands are scarred My arms are burned Ma wants me to throw 'em away But I'm not gonna Just cuz she hates them All my lego bricks have been dropped in acid All my lego bricks have been dropped in acid But I play with them anyway My creations look cooler Deformed lumps of plastic She tries to take them away But they're mine for good All my lego bricks have been dropped in acid All my lego bricks have been dropped in acid And I'll always play with them anyway. o/~ The crowd seethed with joy, climbing on top of each other to rush the stage and cheer us on. Force fields keep that from happening, of course (got to keep the band safe). "That was actually kinda good," Jack said, reading the Tolken novel I had brought along while his computer did the hard work. "We were good? Foo! I'll try not to let it happen again," I said. "Okay, I think I'll do Invisible Box." "You can't, stupid. It's not a song." "Art is art. Franny, can you short out the field there, please?" "What?!" Jack asked, lowering the book and casting a nervous |
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