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



Who holds the blank thoughts of people when nothing is said?
And who turns the lights out after you’ve gotten in bed?
I guess I’ll never know why
I’ll just lay here and decay here
— Moby Grape, Lazy Me

But you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.
— Barry McGuire, Eve Of Destruction

Blue eyed