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



Shaking in the desert, wherefore do you cry?
Here there may be rattlesnakes to punch you in the eye
Shotguns full of silver, bullets made of glass,
String barbed wire at your feet and do not let you pass
When Push Comes To Shove, you’re afraid of love
— Grateful Dead, When Push Comes To Shove

Give us strength, Oh Lord, to let our children starve. — Roland Dahl, Great Automatic Grammatizator

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