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



There is no terror in my heart
No dread of the unknown
Desire for paradise to be…
We love this on our own
— The Cure, Us Or Them

21:24 <Aria> Mmm, finger(1)
21:25 <chris2> %-)
21:25 <flori> as if girls would need a manual for that ;)
Suburban New Jersey

Broken cutters, broken saws,
Broken buckles, broken laws,
Broken bodies, broken bones,
Broken voices on broken phones.
Take a deep breath, feel like you’re chokin’,
Everything is broken.
— Bob Dylan, Everything Is Broken