Anarchaia

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

13mar2006

penrose 4 colours line

Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,
Blowing through the curtains in your room.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You’re an idiot, babe.
It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe.
— Bob Dylan, Idiot Wind

#ruby-lang
14:28 <– lilo has quit ("brb")
14:28 <dagbrown> Whoah, you know the network's going to hell when lilo /quits
Road to Snowhere

I mecht so gern mein linken Fuß do hinstöi’n, wo’n der Bob Dylan scho g’hobt hot. Aber bloß den linken, den rechten brauch’ i zum Arschtreten. — Hans Söllner