
Desertscapes on the face of a girl were not the answer!
And we are not the answer!
Well, he cursed all the roads and the oil men
And he cursed the automobile
Said; “This is no place for an hombre like I am
In this new world of asphalt and steel.”
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Numere teku ovako:
Goethe’s final words: “More light.” Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that’s been our unifying cry: “More light.” Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlight. Neon. Incandescent. Lights that banish the darkness from our caves, to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier’s field. Little tiny flashlight for those books we read under the covers when we’re supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Thy word is a lamp unto my feet. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home- Lead Thou me on! Arise, shine, for thy light has come. Light is knowledge. Light is life. Light is light.
Chris Stevens -Chris in the morning (KBHR)
autor: DonTravolta, 11/05/2024
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As I travel down the track, all my memories flood back
We were runnin’ at ease from enemies
And rushed back to your momma’s flat
It’s the only place but home I feel relaxed enough to crap
I know it sounds crude, but there’s something in that

So scorn divine and mourn the pride
The cold has spoken and drawn the line
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