Anarchaia

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

28aug2008

Cloud

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

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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?