On this island they treat aging with hypnosis and put magic on your wrinkles. Afterwards they are no longer there, after the shock they are gone. You boil down your enemies, your friends become unsustainable. You'll have your driver's license here in one day.
Trade is also booming like crazy, contracts everywhere. If things stopped working, someone would know why. There is an expert here for everything, for every person and every animal. Under this sun that only sets when all the children are asleep.
On the other island, Carola isn't dancing so well today. Her day hadn't gone so well, she had been dreaming about drinking since twelve o'clock and it wasn't until five o'clock that she was full. On other days, I could swear, everyone here wants to be with her, she is, by God, the queen of the suburban afternoon. What she has creeps into all the other people's dreams.
Just the joke is afraid of the punchline.What do you do? It's just me when no one laughs again. Soon no one will think of me anymore, and I was just a joke for one night.
It would be the best day in his life. Ever since he met, he hasn't been able to move. No eyes, no mouth, no ears, no reason to smell anything. When you push it, it shakes a lot. Sometimes it shakes more, sometimes less. Then he wishes so badly he could crawl. He would crawl onto the scaffold if he could. He finally crawls closer to God.
But the joke is afraid of the punchline.What do you do? It's just me when no one laughs again. Soon no one will think about me anymore, and I was just a joke for one night.

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