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


noname (6)

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
— Bob Dylan, Hurricane

We didn’t start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world’s been turning
We didn’t start the fire
No we didn’t light it
But we tried to fight it
— Billy Joel, We Didn’t Start The Fire

A-9 Cabin Fever