Vintage 1959 T-shirt
Made in 1959 – Aged to perfection
1959 Aged to perfection
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Uncomprising year I see no aiming to life.
Though this abled self is here notwithstanding,
either in trade gold or grammaticness,
I drop the wheelwright’s easy principle
Why weave the garland? Why ring the bell?
Penurious butchery these notoriously human years,
these assured births these lucid deaths these years.
Dream’s flesh blood reals down life’s mystery
there is no mystery.
Cold history is aware of no family line imaginary place.
The habitual story has associate keenness to quit.
No aiming to life is found during this holy language
nor on the far side the lyrical fabricator’s inevitable theme
be found the loathed notice there’s nothing to seek out.
Multitudinous deathplot! O this poor council
Hopers and seekers paroling aiming to which means,
annexing what may well be meaty, what may well be insignificant.
Repeated nightmare, lachrymae lachrymae
a fire behind a cave, a thick fog, cut masts,
the nets heaved and therefore the unspeakable monster webby.
Who was it told that red flesh hose be still?
For one with swish hands did with pincers
snip the snout It died sort of a yawn.
And once the liver sack was yanked
I couldn’t follow it to the pan.
I couldn’t follow it to the pan
I woke to the fact of cars; American state
the dreadful privilege of that vision!
Not one antique faction remained;
Egypt, Rome, Greece,
and all such pedigree dreams fled.
Cars square measure real! Eternity is finished.
The threat of Nothingness renews.
I bit the untouched.
I rank the rose militant.
Deny, I deny the tastes and habits of the age.
I am its punk debauche …. A fierce lampoon
seeking to inherit what’s necessary to forfeit.
Lies! Lies! Lies! I lie, you lie, we tend to all lie!
There is no United States of America, there’s no world, there’s no universe,
there is no life, no death, no nothing all is insignificant,
and this too could be a lie O damned 1959!
Must I dry my inspiration during this unhappy concept?
Delineate my entire stratagem?
Must I settle into phantomness
and not say I perceive things higher than God?