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


twilight reflections

I can’t fake it my love,
I need filling come on,
I need it louder than bombs
— Auf Der Maur, Taste You

5 Days N

Line me up in single file
with all your grievances
stare but I can taste
you’re still alive below the waste
ripples come and ripples go
and ripple back to me
— Tori Amos, Pandora’s Aquarium