try my other place, maybe i'm there.
can´t really be sure but if you get there not a doubt invades me that you'll find a way.
persisting through the left, be it to the right. confidence dear, confidence.
oh and by the way, your car...it isn't working too great. you might want to give a look into that.
- why the fuck you do you have to be so confusing?! I can't understand a thought you give, thats just it. you dont give it!
you can find me, i'm positive. as i said, and always as a matter of fact, it's just a question of persistence.
- malcolm, listen. and carefully, cause i'll say it once. you know signs? the aids of traffic to one who'd like to know there way, if they'd best go through one way or other to sooner reach the end of their route, the destination? well, these things are helpful, give a chap or a doll a way to a way, a path to their path. but you see, when you talk; you do the fucking opposite!
well, thats one way to look at it...
-no, it's the only way!
ok. well then, let me tell you a story. you remember my mother? that beautiful woman that used to give us a glass of water if we were thirsty, a sandwich if we were hungry, a hug if we were needy? she's gone to help someone, i'm all grown up. i have my own life, she got a big van and filled it with perpetual undying groceries, and bread that never goes hard, and a fountain of water. she's gone to a place were some are poor, and the others are poor-er. to do some good. but thats got nothing to do with the story.
-malcolm!
ok, forget it. i will meet you, wherever you are. we can go for a drive. just that, nothing other than. just the joy of a drive without the stress of an hour, an appointment, a place.
-i'd rather walk.
whereto?
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