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


Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin’ through
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.
— Bob Dylan, It’s All Over Now Baby Blue

A cup of coffee please

Vanity of vanities, saith the preacher; all is vanity. — Ecclesiastes 12, 8

coffee with milk