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


fall canyon mouth sunset 2

The wolf came in, I got my cards, we sat down for a game.
I cut my deck to the queen of spades, but the cards were all the same.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
— Grateful Dead, Dire Wolf


So blow your whistle freight train
Take me far on down the track
I’m going away, I’m leaving today
I’m going but I ain’t coming back
— Bill Browning, Dark Hollow