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)

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Here we go, for real (the smoker knocks back)

Once upon a time, a group of Argentinian scientists had the idea of shooting Churchill to the ether from central London, that space beyond the sky being the only vacuum his cigars could carry on fuming. Now, Alexander Schoppmann found a way how to make money out of it.
For real!

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