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



Oh, it ain’t safe, you better watch out
They’re coming to get you – sickle and shroud
They’ll turn you to stone and burn out your sky
They’ve got your number – television eyes
The cinches, the doctors, the streaks, and the radio lights
— Dead Moon, Psychodelic Nightmare

ThoughtWhen you are bored: Psychoanalyze the customer in front of you by what they buy.

call it the greenhouse effect or whatever
but it just doesn’t rain like it used to.
I particularly remember the rains of the
depression era.
there wasn’t any money but there was
plenty of rain.
it wouldn’t rain for just a night or
a day,
it would RAIN for 7 days and 7
— Charles Bukowski, We Ain’t Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain