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


Out in the valley of wandering sleep
The images flood I can not keep
It’s picking me up blind energy
I’m floating on sensations wings
Fluttering kisses I go by
It catches me and soothes my worried mind
— Supreme Beings Of Leisure, Last Girl On Earth Lyrics


Low red moon,
How can you sleep like a baby,
Sleep like baby?
Sleep like baby?
— Belly, Low Red Moon