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


BERRIES fly  :-)
19:26 <Pistos> Don't you love it when you run a spec in the morning, it fails, then you go get some lunch, run it again, and it passes…
19:26 <Pistos> Maybe the spec was just hungry?

And where is the love?
Who knows what to do?
The men and the women carry us through
Across the river, to the promised land
— Dan Bern, Where is the Love?

You are my whore, you are the one I adore,
you are the one that my twisted heart adores,
like a dog I will gnaw, like a dog I will paw,
you’re the one that my twisted heart adores.
— The Tiger Lillies, Whore


ThoughtA bookmarklet for wayback.