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



I looked at you for the very first time
You’re like a river running through my mind
They say we’re young, we don’t know what we do
But i can’t make it if i can’t have you
— Dead Moon, Over The Edge

But it’s all I’m doing now
Listening for patterns in the sound
Of an endless static sea
But once the satellite’s deceased
It blows like garbage through the streets
Of the night sky to infinity
— Bright Eyes, Easy/Lucky/Free