Wa-ever
It's all out there just grabit.
In time you will see that it's all a
Real façade.
Neglected and absorbed in humility
We are left side winded,
Nevertheless we are stretching the canvas along the blocks,
Parks and roads,
Waiting for the painter to capture that still moment we can reminisce for the rest of our lives.
No one can be salvaged from the
Numbing nostalgia,
From the discreet charm of absurdity, directed by Bunuel, Barthes and Babel,
Revered by all,
Despised by lovers.
Cursed are the meek that make us feel guilty for our vanity.
Blessed are the scavengers who just doit.
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