[17:31:22] <%Kazooie> I walk through the shopping hall to the street, smoke. A regular client (a rare person, never dealing with her) looks at me, thinks I greet you.
[17:31:54] <%Kazooie> I’m silent... I’m out, I’m standing, I smoke – she’s going out and asking – and why you never say goodbye
[17:32:12] <%Kazooie> swallowed his hand on his lips, broke his hands-nude type
[17:32:40] <%Kazooie> she is oh, poor, how hard you work if you see badly
[17:32:53] <%Kazooie> I am an officel-and fool, on the machine-why, I talk
[17:33:02] <%Kazooie> ah, says, swallow, burned up
[17:33:11] <%Kazooie> grabbed like a horse and left ((