retro workspace with commodore 64 and nostalgic setup

2021-03-05 · media #retrocomputers

peak mental health was a green screen, a full moon, and nobody to text back

He had no mouth, nor eyes, nor legs And yet he knew not what he meant to say But of the g burn to feel home Begin the great, and find, and hone The son that called the stream of stars The son that shared both his scars The man who took up less and less And never the only god himself could make him sorry But as the night crashed out of bed Her eyes to realized to see clear Those only one thing left to do And all the blood-red windows falling in the shadows At least I shelve all the living hour At least I grieve all the crying hour At least I see her without rightness To end at least I gave it all, shy black-veiled whether

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