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for your viewing pleasure: opening sequence of https://www.e-flux.com/film/548515/li...

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oh, the joys of a solid voice to text program and mic. At least that is the hope as nowhere yet in the text have I seen any mention of secretaries spared the unedited logorrhea.

The descriptive equations rained down in a thunderstorm without end.

—It's been two years. Lord has never given us any messages.
—Silence is also a message.

—it's been two years. Lord has never given us any messages.
—Silence is also a message.

At some point I finished , or nearly finished this book. So it would seem, were I able to trust my past self reporting on this Readin’ Good review social network cum card catalog.
Who knows.
I have never watched an entire episode of Gilligan’s Island nor read any length of Finnegan’s Wake— what’s the word for encountering a parody before it’s source materials?

tumble home

tumble home

Narration is a game of supposition at war with what happens next.

Oral languages are relegated to the backend of social programming if looks could kill.

So apparently I bought a used copy of this book about seven years ago, read a few random chapters out of order, then gave it to someone who told me that they don't read much any more but that they would most likely resell it at the local used booksellers. Five years after that I bought it back, unknowingly.

Now that I am actually reading it again, all I can say is that memory is really really really fucking weird.

How does one reduce the experience of a thousand concurrent simultaneous lifetimes into a single narrative play at work in a way that both alludes and removes its predecessors, a meandering aside ushered under the breath taking up space without talking, thinking about what it means to know Lisbon

Certainly not, I don't want a tip, you've been very kind to me and kindness is the best gift you can give to someone you don't know.

It is warm near the fire and the fear of orcs is at bay so long as the words flow from to age to sage to page once the walk is nearing completion there is a dramatic nail hanging the coughing from the cliff while the fast third breaks the feminine recedes so to embody sparse particulars and environs, houses hold gods in an ancient tongue twice removed the tale grew back anon

The cover art provides an accurate depiction of the content

It is natural and good to reread favorite authors during a holiday.

I want to mimic the fluidity of time. Someone else did a good job.

Inside, on the teevee, the boy's mother was explaining to the camera, to the millions of viewers, what she couldn't understand.

"It existed in my mind as a blur, its unnatural motion part of an amazing, dying dream."

"I've walked in on him masturbating so many times I Could pick his dick out of a lineup."

The strangely dressed woman was a famous writer, one of those rare novelists who wrote in an avant-garde style but still had many readers You could start one of her books on any page.

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"In sum, I had no serious reason to doubt that Moby Shakespeare is the Globe Shakespeare."

But, Mistress, do not be seen to stray too far from the real that is clear to others, or you may stand accused of the real that is clear to you.

That was the strange thing, that one did not know where one was going, or what one wanted, and followed blindly, suffering so much in secret, always unprepared and amazed and knowing nothing, but one thing led to another and by degrees something had formed itself out of nothing, and so one reached at last this calm, this quiet, this certainty, and it was this process that people called living.

Terence, meanwhile, read a novel which some one else had written, a process which he found essential to the composition of his own