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


Space Invader

Lay down your weary tune, lay down,
Lay down the song you strum,
And rest yourself ‘neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum.
— Bob Dylan, Lay Down Your Weary Tune

15:40 <dagbrown> Good lord, I just found the very original version of gurgitate-mail.
15:40 <dagbrown> It's rather different from the current version.
15:41 <dagbrown> For example, here's the first line, just to tell you how different it is: #!/usr/bin/perl

Praised be I, writing. Dead already and dead again. — Jack Kerouac

19:55 <Frixon> Ich krieg den Taylor nicht auf die Reihe! *schenkelklopf*

Chastity prays for me, piety sings,
Innocence sweetens my last black breath,
Modesty hides my thighs in her wings,
And all the deadly virtues plague my death!
— Dylan Thomas, Lament

Stuttgart State Gallery