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



Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
— Bob Dylan, Visions of Johanna

ThoughtGet some toasted corn (from a Turkish supermarket) and eat it together with milk chocolate. Yum! (And save $9)
Neon Bar

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
— Bob Dylan, Sad Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands