Anarchaia

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

12jun2008

Calm before the storm!

I must seem a little bit odd
Do I count as anything special
Is there sincerity in anything I say
Do I know what anything means?
Can I see?
— Martha Wainwright, I Wish I Were Lyrics

#ruby-de
19:30 <chris2> IHR ASSIS AUF DER STRASSE
19:30 <chris2> DIE HÖREN EUCH NICHT

Oh the foes will rise
With the sleep still in their eyes
And they’ll jerk from their beds and think they’re dreamin’.
But they’ll pinch themselves and squeal
And know that it’s for real,
The hour when the ship comes in.
— Bob Dylan, When The Ship Comes In

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