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* someone eating a shark burger, & while i accidentally hit the caps lock i can’t stop thinking that it would be better if eaten raw but i’m not going to tell. i rarely eat fish even if by some yet set sets of chance i could, & more often than average, & that’s a mountain town you’re talking about (or we’re, too); a simple missing krill shilling of things intermingling: & all of them internet boys are now jumping on the train of disconnected snippets, even with one n less: which would in due time bring to that vision of birdies, flying around chirping, a thousand gazillions of words singing;

* after a strict four months long book diet which had misery at its core & a ennui+contempt poster on the palisade i went & bought The Sunset Limited, by Cormac McCarthy. it’s a play, or, written as a play. two characters, environment basically missing. it fared a lot too, because of imaginary import prices, but you just don’t leave a new McCarthy in the bookshop. as i did it three weeks ago but had to return there. & i’ll read it soon.

* we are basically implementing a permanent prompt, as in those sci-fi books. is it that difficult to understand? even if i’m sure that future demands will list a better encoding, that’s basically what’s happening.

* tiredness. inability drive mounting on the same leg previously featuring tricky knee. foot swollen, walking badly & w/sore. throat swollen too & i can’t seem to exorcise that out. cold floor. wearing no shoes.

* at any point & moment i could go on endlessly & this already proved quite senseless. this whole biz of publishing when we just made sure that no one is listening, sure & proud that no one would care. headers changing, dirty stacks & heaps towering all over & around. ripe ashtrays. no way to harvest & saw what you planted. wildest esteem.

* the host was a very good movie. we watched it at the end of a demanding day. thinking about something crawling out of the water & running: disquieting, for sure, dumping me back to what crawled out of what else to finally become a rock.

* will maybe post a picture later. my flickr stream having sparse pulses as someone getting out of a coma with 35% of chances of actually pulling it. will listen to the new Panda Bear album in the meanwhile. like the beatles on phenobarbital with doppelgangers choruses. it will be quite the day until it shuts.

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