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


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And every day there’s a dark stranger
Who tries to lead us into danger
I don’t know what I’m gonna do
They don’t know what I’m going through
— Dead Moon, Over The Edge

Doused in mud
Cept in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend
A a friend
— Nirvana, Come As You Are

Rectangle, made of squares (much like Marines marching in formation)