Anarchaia

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

23nov2007

:::cuadernos:::

Take me down to the Paradise City where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Oh, won’t you please take me home?
Take me down to the Paradise City where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Take me home
— Guns’N’Roses, Paradise City

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Putting fear beside him, he trusts in beauty blind,
He slips into the nectar, leaving his shredded clothes behind.
“With their tongues, they test, taste and judge all that is mine.
They move in a series of caresses
That glide up and down my spine.
— Genesis, The Lamia