TIME IS A TWISTED DRAWING WITH INVISIBLE INK

No, this is not another novak-text, this is a bitter cocktail, a sip of tom waits and some novak shots. because you do not describe time, you do not praise time, and you do not make jokes about mr t. he’s just a tired dandy who sits on your cake when you want to taste it, spits on your joy to the world and coughs madly: humour me novak, humor me. the soundtrack is a must!

And its time time time that you love


And its time time time


And its time time time, and its time time time


And its time time time that you love


And its time time time

 

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