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


4.366 Braille

How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You’d never take a walk with me.
Would you?
— Pink, Dear Mr. President

ThoughtXSS is a flaw, XSRF is a feature.

Oh Christ! … I couldn’t care less. Doris Lessing

And you can’t find your waitress with a Geiger counter
And she hates you and your friends and you just can’t get served without her
And the box-office is drooling, and the bar stools are on fire
And the newspapers were fooling, and the ash-trays have retired
‘Cause the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking
The piano has been drinking, not me, not me, not me, not me, not me
— Tom Waits, The Piano Has Been Drinking (Not Me)