"We are being sacrificed by our own suspicions,
We are being sodomized by repetitions.
Oceans calcified, eagles gratified,
I won't be crucified nor terrified, I'm not terrified.
Before we say goodbye, no need to falsify
The beauty of a moth turned butterfly, butterfly."
tęskniłam za analogami. tak bardzo tęskniłam.
i missed taking analog photos. i missed it so much.