Det händer mig ofta (och med dåligt samvete) att jag trashar en tråd med snack om sex, mat, musik eller kanske Gaddafi när TS tänkt sig att tråden ska handla om något helt annat. Sidospår kan visserligen vara relevanta och rent av nödvändiga fär trådens ämne, men ibland är de just bara sidospår.
Här är tråden, där vi följer alla dessa sidospår, oavsett ämne. Alla är välkomna, det enda kravet är att du har ett sidospår... 
The mistake was made
Love slipped from my lips
Dripped down my chin and landed in his lap
And us became new
Now me non-clairvoyant and in love
Made the coochie easy and the obvious invisible
The rain was falling
And I couldn't see the season changing
And the vibe slipping off it's axis
Our beautiful melody became wildly staccato
The rain was falling and I could not see
That I was to be plowed and sowed and fertilized And left to drown in his sunny afternoon
Cumulus clouds,84 degrees, melody...
Och Mos Def...
I said,"You are beautiful,distress of mathematics." I said,"For you, I would peel open the clouds like new fruit." And give you lightning and thunder as dowry I would make the sky shed all of its stars like rain I would clasp the constellations around your waist and I would make the heavens your cape and they would be please to cover you... they would be pleased to cover you...may I please, cover you, please.
Åhhhhhh
