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)

Monday, May 14, 2007

Conversing

cooperative poetry making?
aggressive mind changing?
hitting a brick wall?
growth?
wearing all stars?
social intercourse?
just a ley away from the other hand?

(excuse the family silence. and though i know it aint much consolation considering your recent loss, i'll still be blogging.)

4 comments:

Demetris said...

Whatever defies the familial, then, by its most innermost thus partial, appropriative exhumation.

A call for a feast.

alexandra said...

date, time, and place. i'll bring the napkins.

Demetris said...

Napkins?!?!

Sauternes for my trousers - now that's a contribution.

alexandra said...

my trousers have been drinking, not me.

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