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


Ulla the big

No need for your hell
I have no need for anything
I am God
I know someone happy
I am God
Shut out the cold, kneel and pray
I am God
— Virgin Prunes, I Am God

7:12 pm

Just answer me,
what was the point of all that treachery,
and soon we’ll see
the truth behind all of your blasphemy.
— London After Midnight, Shatter