after seeing him use the instrument for all sorts of debased activities, including but not limited to fruit songs, i convinced Marko to set the record straight. sitting on the park bench, we compared lyric interpretations, reached a swift agreement that the Beograd music scene leaves something to be desired (despite a Jethro Tull concert last year)—and he played his spliced version of "Thick as a Brick" and "Aqualung," which remedies the weak ending of the former.
this was after i had taken leave of one of my broken ones, coughing to the point of vomiting. totally unacceptable, unsalvaged even by its further securing my place in the hereditary legacy of many many noble women. i did not, however, attempt to continue talking through the ordeal, so perhaps even Boerman genes do, at times, fail explanatorily.
despite staggering aversions to palliative substances, i began to think that if i just had some Bron, i could possibly carry the other lung full-term. so, on the way to Tijana's, good sport-desu (me) went to apoteka, where i picked up some other mystery syrup. the ensuing brain challenge should not have been pursued, nor should i have employed Google in any aspect of it. a modified fairy-tale warning: do not probe too closely into your wishes. who knew, after all these years?
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