hung out in a bar with a lot of clowns, got purified in a trial by herbs, met Dzieci Theater group.
but nobody sent me the memo about bringing the sad umbrellas - I brought my happy umbrella.
but I did wear my funeral hat and pants. but I spilled on my stripey shirt on the way home on the train.
- the dearly departed and offerings
What I need to know is:
if you don’t actually remove a piece and swallow - have you actually taken a bite? “taken” being the operative word here. and how far out of the garden are you banished, if you have only tasted the apple? do you get visiting rights every other weekend?
I was ordered to bite the apple - so I did. but after that I didn’t get any directions. and then I got whipped with herbs. not with Herb, but by herbs.
And I lost my clown scissors and little fleece flower in Grand Central Terminal. I still haven’t told the Mommy and Daddy flower that I lost their baby. My attorney hasnt’ returned my text yet, and I need to know what liability exposure I’m lookin’ at here.
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