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



I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home
I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here
We must have died along, a long long time ago
— David Bowie, The Man Who Sold The World

ThoughtTo transport a heavy thing on small wheels (e.g. a piano), place the wheels on boards, roll it on them, and then slide the boards over the floor (step-by-step if required). That way, the weight will get distributed over a bigger area and you won’t ruin the floor.
13:35 <rretzbach> Du bist wie meine Tante :>
13:35 <rretzbach> Die labert auch Müll, wenn sie nicht weiter weiß.

That’s why you’re drinkin in this bar
well only suckers fall in love
with perfect strangers
— Tom Waits, I Never Talk To Strangers