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


Hinges Waiting to Scream

Your god is dead and no one cares
drowning in his own hypocrisy
and if there is a hell I will see you there
burning with your god in humility
— Nine Inch Nails, Heresy

Sheila rides on crashing nightingale
Intake eyes leave passing vapor trails
With blushing brilliance alive
Because it’s time to arrive
— The Smashing Pumpkins, To Sheila

Macro Messin' 2