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


Reflection Nebula

Dreams where the umbrella is folded
Into the path you are hurled
And the cards are no good that you’re holding
Unless they’re from another world.
— Bob Dylan, Series Of Broken Dreams

11:41 <zenspider> nika: yes, but with the injection of railz0rs and the gaining popularity, it seems our crowd is lacking in critical thinking these days
7.4.04 012

You are one of God’s mistakes.
You crying, tragic waste of skin.
I’m well aware of how it aches.
— Placebo, Song To Say Goodbye