Who hides in the smoke but the aged institution that lacks inspiration. We who were born in air raids, grew up listening to the winds of war. To power me is not to govern me. It is the sun and the moon that continue to turn me. Even then, they’ll try to ban it and call us all bandits though it’s your musk on mars who is trying to bribe it. All sound with nothing to say, can’t even data mine my mind cos every day I’m on my knees and, I petition with the galaxies.
A2 420 x 594mm
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