"Why can’t we see our fortunancy,
living as legends have lived."
Come along Fool
A direct hit of the senses
you are disconnected
It’s not that it’s bad…
it’s not that it’s death
It’s just that it is on the tip of your tongue,
and you're so silent
Wanting to live and laugh all the time
Sitting alone with you tea and your crime
Children with kids, and people with parents
Anywhich way there’s no past and no presence
When the day comes and all of them bums
Will reveal enchanting persons Come along...
images.
1. alex pinna, via wright auctions.
2. hedi slimane diary.
lyrics by chan marshall, fool
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