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, January 18, 2007

p-p-p-poop

posters in the paper
paper in the posts
paper posts
what do the posters do? write about the papers; and the papers? well they write about the posters who are writing about the papers writing about the posters can you say peter piper took a pack of pickled peppers?
what does a poster do when not posting?
stares at a computer screen.
what does a poster do when posting?
stares at a computer screen, but creatively (of course).
Ladies in the library he says.
Bicycles for sale she says.
The pith of the matter, I discovered in a conversation, we were jesting, but I fear it to be true, and perhaps not the pith, but the heart of the matter I should say, seems to always be looming in the foreground, chilling with elvis, there's no escaping it.

have you brushed your teeth today?

2 comments:

Noullis said...

The crux of the biscuit is the apostrophe

Anonymous said...

that's the way the cookie crumbles

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