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



‘Bout four in the morning on a Sunday
Sacco drinking whiskey in church
Half pint of Festival brandy
That boy ‘bout to fall right off his perch
— Tom Waits, Union Square

16:53 <rretzbach> kackboon
16:53 <chris2> rretzbach.leber.delete :laus
16:53 <rretzbach> NoLausException
16:54 <rretzbach> btw wieso ist meine leber public?!
16:54 <shevy> wegen organspende 2.0
16:54 <rretzbach> lol
16:54 <rretzbach> stimmt ja

My head is spinning round, my heart is in my shoes, yeah
I went and set the Thames on fire, oh, now I must come back down
She’s laughing in her sleeve boys, I can feel it in my bones
Oh, but anywhere I’m gonna lay my head, I’m gonna call my home
— Tom Waits, Anywhere I Lay My Head

turbines on the 5