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


Happy Alcoholidays!

Now the only thing a gambling man needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk;
And the only time he’s ever satisfied
Is when he’s on a drunk.
— House of the Rising Sun


Come on baby
Let your love light shine
Gotta bury me inside of your fire
Because your eyes are ‘nough to blind me
— Tom Waits, Fumblin’ With The Blues