Age Is The Killer Of Imagination
Age is the killer of imagination
I feel the grim reaper
Murdering my creativity
Day by day
Inhale by exhale
Wrinkled amber hands gravitate my feet
Onto grandma earth’s withering stump
But my head remains lost in the gray mountains in the sky
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Smithsonian Metro Station, Washington, DC
photo: David Castenson
SUSPIRIA (1977) dir. Dario Argento
Ideas are cooking for my pride outfit.
Maybe he’s right, maybe i really am evil. Like fundamentally at my core i am actually evil.
I’ve met the grim reaper in the form of a great black stallion.
If this is who you are when you love me
I fear the day I find out who you are when you don’t
I’ll have to mourn the lover I lost
Bid my first goodbye and say my final hello to a stranger
That I’ll only briefly meet
But will love so much
Because they look just like you
Australia’s version of the onion has just character assassinated all you gays
what a cruel joke it is, to love..
to. love.
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