Have no fame but an age
'I would buy records from a notional record label that released no records at all but produced beautiful sleeves, posters and stickers from bands and performers who didn’t actually exist.
from brainjuice
Faces get worn like old tyres, scenes are obliterated in the flashing of a bulb. We face the sun as it rises once again. A cult, an empire, an age. This summer is yours to dance the dance of the Mad March Hare. Enjoy it
Quivering, Aching, Lame, tired, paranoid, drugged, fucked.
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2 Comments:
Hahaha, I get it now. Doomsday comes for some and not others.
A bird may fall from the sky, but the sky itself will never fall.
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