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 25, 2009

But the lil children know
They listen to the beating of their blood


Baron Cosimo said...

It's a disgrace really. A bullfighter that deserves its name needs to be of a certain age, because this art form demands the awareness that without a certain mood for mourning, without a certain appreciation of loss, without a graceful acceptance of (and bowing to) the moment it cannot be the sublime blend of serving the communal tradition and asserting a dying self.

Really. Grace, mourning, death, community, time, fructures subjectivity. This is X-rated stuff.

Demetris said...

GalaXXXy: 8-12 of the second.
Over %.

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