Thursday, November 19, 2009







no embers, ashes
a broom is drearily sweeping
liquid chocolate
ouchless
the grand piano

lash fantasy 5sycei
hell's kitchen's final two
blue grass
fishhook
tourmaline 3skycusku



Mioritic space.


Only start walking, & the rest will come to you.


"For the moment, it remains for us to corrupt every genre, to drive them to the extremes which deny them, to undo what was marvelously done. If, in this enterprise, we show some concern for perfection, perhaps we shall manage to create a new type of vandalism..." --E M Cioran, The Temptation to Exist (tr Richard Howard, 1968)


Tweakers.


The Death of Gallium.

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