Squeaky-clean heroes are boring
The comic uses strange iconography that has the feel of having been pieced together from in-jokes
And that we need to maintain it
However, if braconid wasps do it for me, I wont complain
Etc No uma coisa, no uma coisa et Basta lev-la ou deix-la Apie-se em nesta vida No vai dizer nada, no uma coisa Cigarettes You know that you're tired and feeling alone Wrapped in a ball with the plug from the phone Lying in bed with a cigarette All of the flowers have died in the vase All that we are will remain in the past It's unresolved come to think of it You stood by the bed awake at night Watching the colours taking flight They are sailing on a long forgotten wave, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah This isn't how it used to be When all your thoughts and forms were free Now they seem so lost to me Into these mysteries Oh, forget it, oh, wait a minute Oh, I know you by the games you play It gives me something to say to you now you're gone You had to go and say the worst The cruel things that I fell in love And never noticed all the things that you were And still by the bed awake at night Watching the colours taking flight I hope you join them on their long forgotten wave Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah This is the cruellest irony that as your thoughts and forms are free The curse you've left is killing me To hell your legacy Into the next life, whatever feels right, won't mean it is right, it won't mean a thing Just take it or leave it, all you believe in, and lean on in this life, it won't mean a thing Into the next life, whatever feels right, won't mean it is right, it won't mean a thing Just take it or leave it, all you believe in, lean on in this life Yeah, it won't mean a thing, not a thing, not a thing, not a thing Oh, yeah What's the minute, wait a minute, what's the minute wait a minute
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