Neunundneunzig jahre Krieg
Ließen keinen Platz für Sieger
Kriegsminister gibt’s nicht mehr
Und auch keine Düsenflieger
Heute zieh ich meine Runden
Seh die Welt in Trümmern liegen
Hab ’n Luftballon gefunden
Denk an dich und lass ihn fliegen
I just had to quote a POP song that was just PLAYING ON THE RADIO here to drive this therapist all goofy.
I said the song is saying we never gonna survive unless we get a little crazy.
She went NUTS.
https://youtu.be/7aLiT3wXko0
So again, we found a new debate in the seven trillion useless debates.
“we are all different”
says the modern mantra,
no,
for starters,
you have males and females,
that’s a large section and a bridge among different and INDifferent of differences. As it implies.
Secondary, you have “less is more”
and all past cultures,
whole other story,
but entirely in the same line I deeply contest you are all different.
… found my inspiration again …
I have to destroy modernist concepts.
I’M A PHILOSOPHER,
can’t bear.
I love beauty in many forms, but if I had to choose between you or beauty there wouldn’t be beauty, it would not exist!
I will sculpt our thrones, we will chant our edicts, then we’ll say we don’t care, we have dreams, but you all. You have NOTHING.
we both with the saddest songs forever weep,
melancholic sorrows eternally keep,
bidding a night that we may together sleep,
in years of our loves celebration so steep,
and crash into each other’s hearts wild and deep
Damn me!
And some physicist said some people believe every sun could change into a universe –
am I the first who thought of this what??? no????
PUT IT ON FLOMM
I thought of it independently they are catching up.
pfffff.
IT’S POSSIBLE 😮
New kind of greatness!
New kind of volume!
Play it loud!
—tristitia languorem
Flommist Tristitia Languorem eats tragedy. They have many names but it doesn’t change much the whole premise of the ideals. Antwerp, Belgium is where home is. It’s time for a fresh start. Copyright © 2020 Tristitia Languorem.
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