Book I
1st book of the Book All | I spend my nights sheltered from you, despite your suavely mellow, hygienic and concerned voice.
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1st book of the Book All | I spend my nights sheltered from you, despite your suavely mellow, hygienic and concerned voice.
But you don't understand that it's all about hours, days, context. That in a little while you won't be saying hello to me.
"Childhood of art", not in the sense of simplicity (can childhood be simple?), but understood as the dawn of another form: the staging of a site.
Permission denied. Your request cannot be granted. Not even once. Denied. Let us override companions. Let us not skimp on our sacrificial efforts.
One morning, or rather one night, a new blog was born in my little family of sites, a messed-up blog, designed to collect spelling mistakes with a ladle.
The true individual venturing out of his isolation room, faints on contact with the air. He refuses to be legibly embodied in his words and deeds...
Empirical excavations reveal the root system of David Noir Production. Between the tortuous roots and the brambles are articles.
Attempted social evasion | There's no room for social chatter here. Not even on a good morning. And that's just as well.
Start by undermining the basis of my nature. Set the moral high ground and wait for the... cement to set... the wide asses of the cows that live here...
I am a program. I am a program. This + this + this + this. I don't decide it. I am not the master, just the guidance counselor...