Music: Sufjan Stevens - For the Widows in Paradise... - Greetings From Michigan
Mood: Why?
The goat herder with the fifth grade education who never traveled more than a few clicks beyond his hut, him and his banged-up AK and some scratched-to-shit arpeegees and some buckets of rusty munitions; the goat herder refuses to bow. Refuses to heal. Refuses to rub his face in the dirt and lick our boots and swallow our ways. Pride. Ignorance. Fear. Superstition. Rage. Some of it. All of it. Something else entirely. Whatever drives him, he ain't goin' down.
Mood: Why?
The goat herder with the fifth grade education who never traveled more than a few clicks beyond his hut, him and his banged-up AK and some scratched-to-shit arpeegees and some buckets of rusty munitions; the goat herder refuses to bow. Refuses to heal. Refuses to rub his face in the dirt and lick our boots and swallow our ways. Pride. Ignorance. Fear. Superstition. Rage. Some of it. All of it. Something else entirely. Whatever drives him, he ain't goin' down.
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