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


River Uck in fullflood Jan08 (7)

The world is getting flatter,
The sky is falling all around.
And nothing is the matter
For I never cry in town.
— Tom Waits, Strange Weather


We pounded out the joyous light.
Our saviors buried now for years.
A legend now of time gone by,
A martyr of forgotten tears.
— Abney Park, Stigmata Martyr