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



The waters are rising
And the world is on fire
We’re all just gasoline
For the funeral pyre
— Dan Bern, Past Belief

Lenz musste laut lachen, und mit dem Lachen griff der Atheismus in ihn und faßte ihn ganz sicher und ruhig und fest. — Georg Büchner, Lenz

23:53 <chris2> this is a sign
23:53 <chris2> my xchat doesnt want to close…
pretty lights

Come baby, rock me, come baby, lock me into the shadows of your heart.
Come baby, teach me, come baby, reach me, let the music start.
I could be dreaming but I keep believing you’re the one I’m livin’ for.
And I will always be emotionally yours.
— Bob Dylan, Emotionally Yours

22:55 <Apprentice> I am seriously thinking about going back to java
22:56 <chris2> Apprentice: what's one lost soul against my saved soul?