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, January 15, 2008


And as of now, yet, no words to describe, amidst other's eyes, the eclectic affinity the absence nurtures with fragments from historical accounts, or on how long numbers spell-check the non-melodic hyperboles which await at dry table tops. Regale!

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