analyzing this work of art would be like dissecting the aftermath of an 18 car pile up with an exploding gas tanker.
The thing that stands out above all else is the determination, the resolve, ex. "the snow is coming the flakes are all a flurry some touched my skin they melt away but I have a purpose I never sway walking for hours don't feel the cold"
I think it could have something to do with trudging on in our insurmountable struggles by any means necessary--even if it means dumping powder into our systems.
Drugs are like fuel to the protagonist of this epic.
Inhale.
Exhale.
He is a fucking machine.
analyzing this work of art would be like dissecting the aftermath of an 18 car pile up with an exploding gas tanker. The thing that stands out above all else is the determination, the resolve, ex. "the snow is coming the flakes are all a flurry some touched my skin they melt away but I have a purpose I never sway walking for hours don't feel the cold" I think it could have something to do with trudging on in our insurmountable struggles by any means necessary--even if it means dumping powder into our systems. Drugs are like fuel to the protagonist of this epic. Inhale. Exhale. He is a fucking machine.