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.
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?