It was a long winter of deep snow, solitude, and madness. The satellite kept feeding me digital news of summer in other places. I had to come down from the White Mountain, down into the valley where flowers bloomed, where trees grew new leaves, and hot pants were on!
Robert Earl WildwoodTags: punk sweet-summer zine
kau bukan gula-gula kapas,
yang bagiku cuma lembut,
kau terlahir sebagai popkon,
yang rangup dan manis,
yang aku nikmati dalam gelap,
menghadap pelbagai genre,
dilayar panggung.
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