Anarchaia

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

02jun2008

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You mean trouble, oh, with your Lucifer’s eyes
And make me daydream, oh, and fantasize
Running through a field of flames
Playing our forbidden game
— Joan Baez, Lucifer’s Eyes

so...very...green

There’s beauty in the silver singing river
There’s beauty in the sunrise in the sky
But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty
That I remember in my true love’s eyes
— Bob Dylan, Tomorrow Is A Long Time