
Keep pushin’ ’til it’s understood and these badlands start treating us good!
…the poets down here don’t write nothing at all…
Not everything must end
Not every romance must descend
Not every lover’s pact decays
Not every sad mistake replays
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autor: DonTravolta, 05/01/2024
Desertscapes on the face of a girl were not the answer!
I wonder if they ever dreamed, they would get just what we gave them?
Arhiva

…the poets down here don’t write nothing at all…

Sometimes they were comedic— or relentlessly horrifying
They were the foes of society, whether fighting the local sheriff, or a secret agent
Frequently they mirrored our times: the gangster villains which rival real newspaper headlines of the present day
Collectively, they are the components which have fueled nightmares for decades to come
The villains

And I was drawing crazy pictures and before I was done
The pictures started pulsing like an alien lung
And I said “oh my god this is just begun”
And it was twelve more hours before I was done
We were up on the rooftop and I’ll tell you the truth
I was convinced I’d already fallen off of the roof
And these weird metal things rolling around in outta space
Were teleporting me from place to place
The last time I did acid I went insane

At the end of a storm
There’s a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark
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