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


You’ll be free child once you have died
from the shackles of language and measurable time
And then we can trade places, play musical graves
till then walk away walk away walk away walk away
— Bright Eyes, Land Locked Blues

ThoughtXAND = FALSE.

Don’t adore what is impossible
We have built this ship in a wine bottle
But if you knew how it worked,
We’d have to grow old
— Bright Eyes, Ship In A Bottle