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


Sunset over Grandes Rocques, Guernsey

Jane, what took so long
Oh Jane, what took so long
What seemed so right
Turned out so wrong
— Dead Moon, Jane

22:09 <jen_> what's the opposite of the empty? method?
22:09 <b_jonas> jen_: there's none I think
22:10 <andy753421> there should be a empty¿

In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
There’s a dyin’ voice within me reaching out somewhere,
Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair.
— Bob Dylan, Every Grain Of Sand