A kind of a "dangerous supplement", marked, scarred on a body, post-orgasmically, always, already in anticipation of (a) crisis OR for a desert avec 'agape'. Mindb(l)ogg(l)ing Noise. "Avalanche, would you share my last pursuit?" (Baudelaire)

Thursday, October 05, 2006

It's getting darker a lot earlier again. it's raining a lot more too. and for some strange reason the fan on my computer makes a sound like crickets on a hot august afternoon, so occasionally i don't know where i am. no bearings at all in fact. no orientation to speak of. even when sitting in one place, motionless. and i wonder how often do we displace ourselves? and how often do we misplace others?
i've never been one for prayers.
i'd rather cross bridges.

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