Anarchaia

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

21feb2007

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Oh, how we danced and we swallowed the night
For it was all ripe for dreaming
Oh, how we danced away all of the lights
We’ve always been out of our minds
— Tom Waits, Rain Dogs

Sky or Ocean?

Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
— Tom Waits, Jockey Full Of Bourbon