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



The castle started spinning
Or maybe it was my brain
I can’t tell you what she did to me
But my body will never be the same
— Prince, Darling Nikki

Come a little closer huh, ah will ya huh.
Close enough to look in my eyes, Sharona.
Keeping it a mystery gets to me
Running down the length of my thighs, Sharona
Never gonna stop, give it up. Such a dirty mind.
— The Knack, My Sharona

Merry Fucking Christmas