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)

Tuesday, October 26, 2004

to those about to sink into the plate of long walks in the morning rain or take another step into the lake where the lady of sorrows or her solitudes

Is this going somewhere?
Into the garden.
Into the backyard.
We're walking down the driveway.
Are we moving towards....
We're in the backyard.
...some transcendental moment?
It's almost light. That's right. That's it.
Are we moving towards some transcendental moment?
That's right. That's it.
Do you think you'll be able to pull it off?

and on top,
in between,
and bemyth,
where the ear slips into
thinking you were
where the eye drifts from
the obituary column

Cause he's high on potato and tulip wine fermented in the muddy rain of course a drunken wail, a drunken train blew through the birdless trees oh, you're alone alright, you're alone alright how did I know? How did I know? Don't go into that barn, yeah I said, don't go into that barn, yeah

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