Keep pushin’ ’til it’s understood and these badlands start treating us good!
…the poets down here don’t write nothing at all…
I’d write the ending without any sorrow
Step out of your toga and into the fog
You are a prince on the ocean
In the pinch, in the sky, in your eye
…Ali što
Hti bih vam nešto napisati
ali što
kad sve znate…
TOMA BEBIĆ
autor: DonTravolta, 13/05/2023
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She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she’s out back counting stars (but the sky is full of clouds)
She’s not at work, she’s not at school
She’s not in bed, I think I finally broke her
I bring her home everything I want, and nothing that she needs
I thought she’d be there holding daisies, she always waits for me
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she’s out back counting stars
Stick around while the clown who is sick does the trick of disaster!
There’s something happening here
But what it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it’s time we stop
Children, what’s that sound?
So why see the world, when you got the beach?
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
