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



That new day is just over the horizon, and by working together, we will awaken to that dawn. — Håkon Wium Lie, An open letter to the Web community

She’s a princess, in a red dress
She’s the moon in the mist to me
She’s my Coney Island Baby
She’s my Coney Island Girl
— Tom Waits, Coney Island Baby

it's christmas time in the city. 078

I can’t explain the process in my brain
All I say comes out the same
Like white noise
I’ve been the one
— God Lives Underwater, White Noise