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


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I was young
I was foolish
I was angry
I was vain
I was charming
I was lucky
Tell me how have I changed
— Rolling Stones, Out Of Control

The fields of Eden
Are full of trash
And if we beg and we borrow and steal
We’ll never get it back
People are hungry
They crowd around
And the city gets bigger as the country comes begging to town
— Rolling Stones, Rock In A Hard Place