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



Winter’s gone, the river’s on the rise
I loved you then, and ever shall
But there’s no one left here to tell
The world has gone black before my eyes
— Bob Dylan, Nettie Moore

Pretty in pink

Beyond the horizone, the night winds blow
The theme of a melody from many moons ago
The bells of St. Mary, how sweetly they chime
Beyond the horizon I found you just in time
— Bob Dylan, Beyond The Horizon

01:37 <rabble> /win 12
01:37 <chris2> /lose
01:37 <apeiros> /draw?
01:38 <LoganCapaldo> /kobayoshi_maru
01:38 <rue> /mu
01:38 <chris2> :P