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 WildwoodMots clés 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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