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Monday, July 31, 2017
Friday, July 28, 2017
Thursday, July 27, 2017
inclusion
auto!
réciproque!
unilatérale localisable!
unilatérale illocalisable!
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auto!
réciproque!
unilatérale localisable!
unilatérale illocalisable!
Wednesday, July 26, 2017
sujet
dieu!
extensions ou grandeurs!
intensions ou choses!
existants ou substances!
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dieu!
extensions ou grandeurs!
intensions ou choses!
existants ou substances!
Tuesday, July 25, 2017
Monday, July 24, 2017
post-op
all i can think about is the new-found freedom from the chain of procreation.
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Friday, July 21, 2017
Thursday, July 20, 2017
a simple prop to occupy my mind
have a shower and leave. take everything with you. the professional drinkers on the dance floor please. help them out with your revolution and then get up on the dance floor yourself. cute little faces are up there, i saw them once in the library and then never again. find a little bit of useful glass tittering on the counter tops filled with poison. it is easier to get the douche-bag into bed than someone nuanced. quickly take a drink before we bring about the bomb. war is a numbers game after all.
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Wednesday, July 19, 2017
bishop's robes
let the surreal wash over the eyelids, pour into the auditory canals and tickle the tips of fingers.
i thought you were playing dj.
he shrugs.
there are no barriers to contribution, only language barriers and the keyboard is massacred. the character stored in the fingers over come the fascism of the digital.
jono and danielle head to the make out couch, but crawl up the stairs into the birdcage.
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i thought you were playing dj.
he shrugs.
there are no barriers to contribution, only language barriers and the keyboard is massacred. the character stored in the fingers over come the fascism of the digital.
jono and danielle head to the make out couch, but crawl up the stairs into the birdcage.
Tuesday, July 18, 2017
quarter to four on the dance floor
there are still errors in the typing machine. i get a grip on the bitterness of conversation whilst hitting on the blonde on the couch. it is time for a different mood and a change in tone.
patrick is back on the phone communicating with someone somewhere else. perhaps they are sitting in a turkish bath. what are you drinking pat? may i have some of that?
you are so unbelievable. run down to the late shop and get a bottle of jammy.
on this side of the table i seem to be making real progress here. a name and number in my pocket. but the guy she came here with wants to go. tic toc.
there is a line into alberto's room. i can no longer see tina by the sink. i feel a seachange.
i have a seasonal rotation of lovable fruit, but carbohydrates are as close to essential as the term can cast its syllables. pat is off the phone trying to play it cool. jono dives in after the hawks claiming whatever friend's benefits he can.
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patrick is back on the phone communicating with someone somewhere else. perhaps they are sitting in a turkish bath. what are you drinking pat? may i have some of that?
you are so unbelievable. run down to the late shop and get a bottle of jammy.
on this side of the table i seem to be making real progress here. a name and number in my pocket. but the guy she came here with wants to go. tic toc.
there is a line into alberto's room. i can no longer see tina by the sink. i feel a seachange.
i have a seasonal rotation of lovable fruit, but carbohydrates are as close to essential as the term can cast its syllables. pat is off the phone trying to play it cool. jono dives in after the hawks claiming whatever friend's benefits he can.
Monday, July 17, 2017
god is a dj
Barcelona is an architectural graveyard. Go for a wine and take back the levers.
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Friday, July 14, 2017
birthday kid puts fashion back into fascism
And Guy found someone who had not even heard of the birthday card. After defending the border of his personality he mentally assessed the situation.
Well this is going well.
Fucking shut up.
No, really good chat.
We're both people underneath all this personality.
Well I for one am walking out of here.
And Guy is looking for wine. And the dance floor is a sing a long. The night tube is operating, but not all lines. Forget the black cab or the mini, there are cheaper options all ueber town.
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Well this is going well.
Fucking shut up.
No, really good chat.
We're both people underneath all this personality.
Well I for one am walking out of here.
And Guy is looking for wine. And the dance floor is a sing a long. The night tube is operating, but not all lines. Forget the black cab or the mini, there are cheaper options all ueber town.
Thursday, July 13, 2017
unsent letter #45
The communal space has been invaded by a cancer of emotionally insecure lip-syncing performance artists. None fill their want with themselves. It is easily diagnosed by the engagement with the world perceived as always on someone else's terms. They take the shelved solution for nine ninety-nine a month. Stay strong. You need no be out-thought. Put a brick through the television set.
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Wednesday, July 12, 2017
close the door
Take not of the conditions that lock you within a room to lose yourself in a realm of imagination. Recreate the construction in various locations. Taste the changing cityscapes. Interrupted representations, lost moments, dozing in the sun and the beat of the final refrain. There are drums in your ears.
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Tuesday, July 11, 2017
Woody Allen
There is and always will be a relation between two epistemic subjects: whatever works.
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Monday, July 10, 2017
structural post
The old europe lives in architecture alone. Everything comes through that cultural portal; the internet. An ideal no longer no longer real.
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Friday, July 07, 2017
fix
Acid and heroin is out there in supply waiting for the right faces in the right places. Reports come in and feelers go out, but what soft cushion comfort steadfast decor I am looking for just does not turn up.
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Thursday, July 06, 2017
Wednesday, July 05, 2017
Tuesday, July 04, 2017
Hamlet
The head plays with words unsaid and deeds undone. This is the serious side to play time. I lie to myself more than I lie to others. Reasons, who needs them? Stories are on the out and out.
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Monday, July 03, 2017
silent letters still necessary
Shakespear is a mistake. A manwhore seeks out the week.
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