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


by rafamvc

I thought of friends from years ago
In a youth I’d thrown away
And a girl who used to love me so
Though I couldn’t recall her face
— Thin White Rope, The Ghost


Guess it’s the sun that shrink
The houses and the streets of the town
Especially my house, which used to have
these hidden lands
— Thin White Rope, Hidden Lands