Keats died from tuberculosis when he was what, 25? What is the deal with that, man? I mean, Marc Bolan, John Lennon, Federico Garcia Lorca, all these poet types that made you feel like they were something else, something not quite real life, something like the ancients, just die so fucking young, you know?
I mean can you guys just hang around for like five minutes before you do your kickflip over the stars.
This modern world has need of thee etc.
P.S. Also Rimbaud and Pushkin both died at 37.
I mean can you guys just hang around for like five minutes before you do your kickflip over the stars.
This modern world has need of thee etc.
P.S. Also Rimbaud and Pushkin both died at 37.
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