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


Ready for Company

You know that I’ll be waiting
To hear your footsteps saying
That you’ll be coming home for Christmas
— Kate Bush, Home For Christmas

And I stopped taking dope
and I quit drinking whiskey
and my old man plays the trombone
and works out at the track.
— Tom Waits, Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis

Golden bowl

Most people would rather die than think; in fact, they do so. — Bertrand Russell