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Sweetheart, the earth is getting cold we have to do something take ourselves by the hand The guides walk away in different directions guided by the wishes of their followers, that's how it always goes, whatever you think of it If only there were guardian angels with power, not the writers who meet in this café no, a Guardian Council for presidents and scholars who want to unload graphite powder on the north pole, throw atomic bombs upon it, or build a dam in the Bering Strait, with pumps on peaceful nuclear energy finishing the job Yet... all of us, we must do it ourselves, guard each other with wings of compassion and reason
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Feb 26, 2022
Feb 26, 2022 at 3:39 AM UTC
The Guardian Angel Café
Sweetheart, the earth is getting cold we have to do something take ourselves by the hand The guides walk away in different directions guided by the wishes of their followers, that's how it always goes, whatever you think of it If only there were guardian angels with power, not the writers who meet in this café no, a Guardian Council for presidents and scholars who want to unload graphite powder on the north pole, throw atomic bombs upon it, or build a dam in the Bering Strait, with pumps on peaceful nuclear energy finishing the job Yet... all of us, we must do it ourselves, guard each other with wings of compassion and reason
Against the cooling of the earth: Petr Borisov in 1956: dam with pumps Petr Borisov in 1958: graphite powder Julian Huxley in 1945: atomic bombs Café De Engelbewaarder in Amsterdam Collection "The drama"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Feb 26, 2022
Feb 26, 2022 at 3:39 AM UTC
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