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



You say your cause is the wreckage of the judged
Do it right or cut it out
You use excuses like you’re working with a crutch
Don’t play dumb, so what’s one
— Dead Moon, Back to Back

15:54 <chris2> "Subject: last mortgage spam ever" %-)
15:57 <penpen> chris2: Ich verstehe die Betreffzeile nicht ganz. Eine Hypothek auf Frühstücksfleisch dürfte es doch eigentlich nicht geben, das ist doch ein verderbliches Gut
15:57 <penpen> >;->
15:58 <rretzbach> lol
15:58 <rretzbach> Du bist so kaputt.
girardot trip

I gazed down in the river’s mirror
And watched its winding strum.
The water smooth ran like a hymn
And like a harp did hum.
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