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


Volvo 740 GL

Shut the light, shut the shade,
You don’t have to be afraid.
I’ll be your baby tonight.
— Bob Dylan, I’ll Be Your Baby Tonight

What went wrong?
Walking tightrope high
Over moral ground.
Seeing visions of
Falling up somehow.
— Pearl Jam, Marker In The Sand

brown and sticky