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



It’s good that I just do this now and then
You know I’m realy not a drinking man
But I can’t bear to talk about us any other time
Until I cross that bourbon borderline
— Gary Allan, Bourbon Borderline

Happy Friday!

He told us he loved us
But that was a lie
There was blood in his pockets
And death in his eyes
— Frank Black, Six-sixty-six