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


Bacon on a MacBook Pro

As I lay like a lizard to bake in that sun,
A young Indian girl from her corn field she run;
She rolled and she cried till I thought she might die,
So I pulled out my shirt tall and dried both her eyes.
— Woody Guthrie, Circle Of Truth

23:29 * LoganCapaldo just remembered he got a cookbook for christmas
23:29 <LoganCapaldo> I should do something with that
23:32 <Korollary> Cookbook with syrup can be nice.

The snow it blowed and the wind it blew;
My little seed grew and it grew and it grew.
It grew up a cradle all soft inside;
And a baby was sleeping there covered over with vines.
— Woody Guthrie, Little Seed