R/e-cycling in modern Territories
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Gei;a XtinaΓειά σου Χτινατην δροσιά της εικόνας να έχεις
@anonymousπήξιμο ε;ωραία ταίριαξε, ευχαριστώ!
γειά σου στέλιο!είναι ωραία τα επτάνησα, αλλά και οι κυκλάδες δεν πάνε πίσω!να είσαι καλά!
You know like the back of your handWho let em in.You got me into this mess soYou get me out.You know like the back of your hand.Your bell jar.Your collection.Ingenue.You get me into this mess.Fools rushing in, yeah,And they know it.The seeds of the dandelion you know blow away.In good time, i hope, i pray.If i’m not there now physically,I’m always before youCome what may.And you know it.Fools rushing inYeahWell you know it.Who let them in?YeahWell you know itGone with a touch of your handGone with a touch of your handMove through the momentThough it betraysTransformationsJackals and flamesIf i knew nowWhat i knew thenJust give me more timeI hope and prayI mistake all you sayThe seeds of the dandelion you blow away (all my love)
Perhaps in the future, on the other side of theology and teleology, floating will become the new way of walking, leaving in its wake the more rigid steps of thepilgrimage, the march, and linear forward movement.https://docs.google.com/file/d/1m2o03vEEuYrGEOWz37DTn747Scd3cMBMub9xn3nCPro/edit?authkey=CKGb0MwL
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Gei;a Xtina
Γειά σου Χτινα
την δροσιά της εικόνας να έχεις
@anonymous
πήξιμο ε;
ωραία ταίριαξε, ευχαριστώ!
γειά σου στέλιο!
είναι ωραία τα επτάνησα, αλλά και οι κυκλάδες δεν πάνε πίσω!
να είσαι καλά!
You know like the back of your hand
Who let em in.
You got me into this mess so
You get me out.
You know like the back of your hand.
Your bell jar.
Your collection.
Ingenue.
You get me into this mess.
Fools rushing in, yeah,
And they know it.
The seeds of the dandelion you know blow away.
In good time, i hope, i pray.
If i’m not there now physically,
I’m always before you
Come what may.
And you know it.
Fools rushing in
Yeah
Well you know it.
Who let them in?
Yeah
Well you know it
Gone with a touch of your hand
Gone with a touch of your hand
Move through the moment
Though it betrays
Transformations
Jackals and flames
If i knew now
What i knew then
Just give me more time
I hope and pray
I mistake all you say
The seeds of the dandelion you blow away
(all my love)
Perhaps in the future, on the other side of theology and teleology, floating will become the new way of walking, leaving in its wake the more rigid steps of the
pilgrimage, the march, and linear forward movement.
https://docs.google.com/file/d/1m2o03vEEuYrGEOWz37DTn747Scd3cMBMub9xn3nCPro/edit?authkey=CKGb0MwL
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