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



Now you are punished
For absolutely nothing
And I feel so good
Because once more
I don’t have to be honest
— The Gathering, Locked Away

National Art Museum

ThoughtWrite a procmail script to summarize your lottery spam winnings.

All the sense you are capable of
does not seem to save you
You heed the glance of a smile
Was it impossible to float for a while?
— The Gathering, Amity