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


West Coast Sunset

There’s a home place under fire tonight in the Heartland
There’s a well with water so bitter nobody can drink
Ain’t no way to get high and my mouth is so dry that I can’t speak
Don’t they know that I’m dyin’, Why nobody cryin’ for me?
— Bob Dylan, Heartland

The Web might be better than sex. — Bob Metcalfe

Through a bullet of light
Her face was reflectin’
The fast fading words
That rolled from my tongue
With a long-distance look
Her eyes was on fire
But the song it was long
And there was more to be sung.
— Bob Dylan, Eternal Circle

drops of blue