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



Tonight I will sleep on the beach
‘cause I had too many bottles of rum.
Maybe I’ll sit here and rest for a while
and wait for the dawn of the sun.
— Clare Fader, The Wine


It’s love that leaves and breaks
the seal of always thinking you would be
real happy and healthy strong and calm
where does the good go
where does the good go
— Tegan And Sara, Where Does The Good Go?