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



And I’m blinded by the neon
Don’t try and change my tune
‘Cause I thought I heard a saxophone
I’m drunk on the moon
— Tom Waits, Drunk On The Moon

I dreamed I was dying; as I so often do
And when I awoke I was sure it was true
I ran to the window; threw my head to the sky
And said whoever is up there, please don’t let me die
— Stars, Calendar Girl

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