Anarchaia

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

17may2007

GOLLA

My love she speaks like silence,
Without ideals or violence,
She doesn’t have to say she’s faithful,
Yet she’s true, like ice, like fire.
People carry roses,
Make promises by the hours,
My love she laughs like the flowers,
Valentines can’t buy her.
— Bob Dylan, Love Minus Zero/No Limit

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I saw three ships a-sailin’
They were all heading my way
I asked the captain what his name was
And how come he didn’t drive a truck
He said his name was Columbus
I just said, “Good luck.”
— Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan’s 115th Dream