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


073-16 Tr & 24 Tr

Some of my friends are gone forever
Paled into the light
Things I wish I could have said
As they passed into the night
I miss you
Don’t speak ill of the dead
— Dead Moon, Ill Of The Dead

18:16 <AnalphaBestie> Frixon: doch. und osx gefällt mir, aber osxer sucken
18:16 <chris2> fu
18:16 <AnalphaBestie> anwesende ausgeschlossen, bis auf chris2 :)

I could hear rebellion rising
I could feel the stars aligning
I could see the wave rising
But I never did seem to find my way back home
— Beth Orton, Absinthe

Green With Ivy.