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)

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

coffee and cigarettes


Demetris said...

Mine, ladies and gents. All mine.

prawnkraka said...

Where is the location of that table?


Demetris said...

It ain't a table. It's a bench.

From the new Rezzo Piano, veer S-SW, pass the Best-Sex-Shop-Ever and stop two vitrines down.

Clue: It is not in South London.

[Alexandra do not help him!]

prawnkraka said...

I would n't know anything bout south london, would I now?


alexandra said...

ennen tis new division tounto mpagkaki re?

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