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



You’ve been fooled into thinking
That the finishin’ end is at hand.
Yet there’s no one to beat you,
No one t’ defeat you,
‘Cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad.
— Bob Dylan, To Ramona

15:32 * dblack is innately suspicious of "n's law", for all values of n
15:33 <dblack> i think occam must be perennially rolling in his grave
15:33 <chris2> dblack: he only rolls once :-P

out! out! brief candle
life’s but an open window
an I must jump back thru it now
— Bob Dylan, A Message (to the Emergency Civil Liberties Committee)