Don't fall for it. Its color means nothing.
There is too much destruction to say "this is the end." For there to be an end is to oppose the flow of humanity.
And yes, humanity is wrong.
Ever seen a perfect child? I have. Damn them.
It is a horrible curse for the artist to seek perfection.
I have friends in holy places now, because it's easier not to think when you're spoken to.
But I've learned to ignore 17 year-olds and penchants.
Boy, you should not have asked me that question today. No no no. My head was killing axons. It was like asking me to rewind and start over.
In the upper echelon of aesthetic pleasure,
and when the frowns didn't leave a crease.
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