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


The foreign sun, it squints upon
A bed that is never mine
As friends and other strangers
From their fates try to resign
Leaving men wholly, totally free
To do anything they wish to do but die
And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden
— Bob Dylan, Gates Of Eden

pailles 1

We’ve lived in bars
and danced on the tables
hotels trains and ships that sail
we swim with sharks
and fly with aeroplanes in the air
— Cat Power, Lived In Bars

13:43 <entropie> halteproblem klingt incontinent
80s sunset