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



Dead of night
I had a dream
Sky was bright yes and the
Fields were green
I was down the road
In a cloud of dust
Me and the wanderlust.
— Mark Knopfler, Wanderlust

21:26 <chris2> verkanntes genie
21:27 <chris2> genie in der kanne

Once we made a promise we swore we’d always remember
No retreat, baby, no surrender
Blood brothers in a stormy night
With a vow to defend
No retreat, baby, no surrender
— Bruce Springsteen, No Surrender


Das einzige Mittel, das Leben zu ertragen, ist: es schön zu finden. — Rudolf Leonhard