Experimental, impressionistic sub-paragraph tumblin' (think obstsalat)


15:51 <jix> an alle osx user: curl | fold -1 | say -v Cellos
14:09 <scoopr> no added sweeteenrs, just pure fruit sugar!
14:09 * chris2 crushes some rubies between his teeth
14:10 <chris2> crispy, but they taste better than snakes
14:10 <scoopr> x)

Tell him we’ve lost his poems
So they’re writing on the walls
Give us back our unity
Give us back our family
You’re every nation’s refugee
Don’t leave us with their sanity
— David Bowie, Song For Bob Dylan

12:49 <manveru> nope… es is ein hash :)
12:49 <manveru> oder sowas
12:49 <manveru> schaschlik aus strings
12:49 <chris2> ? ;)
12:49 <manveru> man weiß nie was da drin is…

If I had eight hours to chop down a tree, I’d spend six sharpening my axe. — Abraham Lincoln

12:27 <chris2> moogle gaps

ThoughtWenn Pazifisten Waffen ziehn,
sie gen den eigen Kopf gerichtet sin’.

Mama, take this badge off of me
I can’t use it anymore.
It’s gettin’ dark, too dark for me to see
I feel like I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door.
— Bob Dylan, Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door