Anarchaia

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

29may2007

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All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
— Bob Dylan, All Along The Watchtower

Copos

My dreams are made of iron and steel
With a big bouquet
Of roses hanging down
From the heavens to the ground.
— Bob Dylan, Never Say Goodbye