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)

Sunday, January 21, 2007


Diegersi tou kafe: Avoiding death and thus becoming political, they were reading magazines in search of their names, since no restaurant was to offer itself to them, and finding not their counterparts, they saw parts of their multitasking personas, dressed under the 'C' word -adjective and locale- planning their Wild West holidays, in the absence of The New Yorker, outlining virtual kebab houses' strategies and habitats.

Oi xapoloun.

Only the txts leave us alone. We will.

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