When I say it’s a sunny day, what I mean is it’s raining frogs.
When I say it’s quiet outside, what I mean is, isn’t that the sound of Nero’s fiddle?
When I say everything will be OK, what I mean is, it looks like history is practicing its blindfolded, knife-throwing trick again.
When I say, listen to the world sing in the key of life, what I meant is, our earth is moaning a vertigo blues that sends our souls reeling.
When I say I do my best to look on the bright side of life, what I mean to say is, there are days when my inner child should be named Dostoyevsky.
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