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


Glowsticks at dawn!

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
— Rolling Stones, Paint It Black


And his skin is so fair
And it shines like his hair
As he stands so aloof
With an indolent air
And an insolent stare
He just shutters the truth
— Rolling Stones, New Faces

11:28 <zenspider> chris2: 1) may I just say… FUCK YOU for only being 20. :P and 2) your blog has broken links… lemme dig em up