Anarchaia

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

03may2008

Tulips 2

The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in
With its words of a life where nothing is new.
Ah, Mother American Night, I’m lost from the light.
Ohhh, I’m drowning in you.
— Grateful Dead, Black-Throated Wind

#ruby-de
19:05 <benny> twitter sind wie die kreationisten… wenn man sie fragt warum sie daran glauben laufen sie weg

Going where the water tastes like wine
Well I’m going where the water tastes like wine
Going where the water tastes like wine
I don’t wanna be treated this a way
— Goin’ Down The Road Feeling Bad

Sea Fort 23