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



And then he’s drunk and never even told her that her cared
So they took the registration, and the car-keys and her shoes
And left her with an invitation to the blues
— Tom Waits, Invitation To The Blues

19:36 <arcatan> high-order pancake

when asked t’ give your real name… never give it. — Bob Dylan, Advice for Geraldine on her Miscellaneous Birthday

And love is a stranger who’ll beckon you on,
Don’t think of the danger or the stranger is gone.
— Nancy Sinatra, You Only Live Twice

Bynack More(left) in the distance from Loch Garten