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


15:58 <mitsuhiko> das einzige was micht an rest stört ist, dass es einen namen hat
15:58 <mitsuhiko> eigentlich sollte das http heißen

Someone’s masquerading in the galleries today
Beside the arch it is always following me
It seems
Confusion dance and echoes ringing loud
So clear
Vaging on these loops are filled with
Empty dreams
— Wire Train, Chamber Of Hellos

Now the fifth daughter on the twelfth night
Told the first father that things weren’t right
My complexion she said is much too white
He said come here and step into the light he says hmm you’re right
Let me tell the second mother this has been done
But the second mother was with the seventh son
And they were both out on Highway 61.
— Bob Dylan, Highway 61 Revisited