CLOAK/2.4iThe sort of charitable service-minded intentions which suffuse the life without ever finding a wider outlet than opportunities to change the toilet paper roll in homes at which one is a guest.Lately released from his last neatness-based relationship—that fastedium. Keeping his inner pompous old bore entertained with a weekly news magazine. Human collectibles and their cataloging by media. Flabby anarchic effects-fests enrich a ubiquitous few. The cultural hegemony of the lacy underthing. The tax-sheltered classes, self-importance in sneakers—the rich have so many expenses they are just too distracted. American english, degrade and conquer, language for athletes, all over the world people talking about one hundred and ten per cent effort. Here's an article about a playwright trying to get a legal prohibition against cross-gendered productions of his plays, in perpetuity. The concept of posterity outmoded en route to the eventual c-span of everything. A vague resolution to become less habitually abstemious towards the fruits of labor. |
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Then one day a postcard from French friend in Nepal: I feel fill myself of colors. He studied it listening to Miles Davis, becoming life-drawn, an anatomical figure, the radiant scribbling in by jazz of all his cylinders and stalks— dragon's teeth those sounds sown in obsidian fields— out spin armies.     |
