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


Winds of Change

My spiked collar shall be for frontlets between mine eyes
And they shall be for rocket launchers on my doorposts and upon my gates:
That ye may remember & not go meekly to the slaughter
I am wearing the yellow star
— Dan Bern, Yellow Star

19:28 <E911> kurze zwischenfrage
19:29 <chris2> E911: ja, wir sind immer so :P
19:29 <E911> :D
by tiilo

I can tell, the wind is risin’,
the leaves tremblin’ on the tree,
tremblin’ on the tree
— Robert Johnson, Hell Hound On My Trail