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)

Friday, November 14, 2008


I always liked you. With your Turnbull and Asser shirts, your struggling combover, your spiritualist architectural critiques, your cutting-edge traditionalism, your Byzantine Quakerism and your misguided affairs, your rare-breed, rare-cuts obsessions, your wine-fueled Aston Martin, your hermetic sprees, your near-uselessness.

Happy Birthday Charles!

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