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


i named you estaban because you remind me of a colombian druglord

And I look in the mirror
And I wait for the damn thing to speak
Who needs answers?
One good question would be a relief
— Dan Bern, Feel Like A Man

The summer is gone,
The ground’s turning cold,
The stores one by one they’re a-foldin’.
My children will go
As soon as they grow.
Well, there ain’t nothing here now to hold them.
— Bob Dylan, North Country Blues