O God, I am not like you
In your vacuous black,
Stars stuck all over, bright stupid confetti.
Eternity bores me,
I never wanted it.
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O God, I am not like you
In your vacuous black,
Stars stuck all over, bright stupid confetti.
Eternity bores me,
I never wanted it.
“Adults look back to the depression of the ’30s and look to an end of the crisis, while the younger generation see it as permanent state.”
J. G. Ballard