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, October 28, 2009

On the dry

Darkened tea. Stationary fans. An inability to read. No overture for any dancer. Unlike the result of expeditionary conquests, cognac does not procure you space. A borrowed steam iron becomes my navigational calculator, while looking down, unearthing threads, of new and old shirts. The city, drowned, reconfigures the urban as what transfigures nature to urge, and not what get's transfigured by nature's urges.

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