And if we manage it and stick over all the doors with a silver duct tape, all entrances and all gates, if we kick the glass out from all windows, I'll buy us a grand piano, red coloured. We will live in it, in the night we will watch britcoms and eat gummybears and food stolen from neighbours' fridge. In the day we'll meander through the city. After some time, we'll realise time's no good, and we will cancel time. We will live in a uncertain blur of amusement, we'll be melting in little raindrops, we'll hold our hands tight in thunderstorms. You'll buy a tape recorder. 'Cause you'd like to record every funny sound I made, even gulping the water and every other sound like chasing leaves, birds' twittering, rustle of papers and also the sound when you're smoothing my hair, although it can't be heard. I'll be immune to any kind of tension. Then, we'll buy a mirror. Mirror in which we could see if we could be something. If we could grow up from these childrens' pants, but could still dream in a way nobody's capable of. If we could turn to some other phase. We don't have any other options. Yeah, let's do that!
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