Anarchaia

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

25may2007

by aLpiX

And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I’ll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
— Bob Dylan, Shelter From The Storm

let's begin

And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin’ coal
Pourin’ off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you,
Tangled up in blue.
— Bob Dylan, Tangled Up In Blue