Rikochet Posted January 5, 2007 Share Posted January 5, 2007 The flock of birds that hid under the coward bastard sun is repositioned and baptized in the mountain cave mountain curve. And the tired mass of light that we called father seethes its days away eats the stone anew. The same sweat on the foreheads of some fat Venetian merchants covers these hands and these are the lands that beat in the rhythm of the first press the swirling typography; eating ignorance away painting the map anew. It all relates - U.E. spoke, and wrote, he spoke truth and wrote truth and jested with this truth - so, now, it can be said that the flock of birds are over Venice and carry with them bits of words printed word the printed world and this whole of bone and feather; eating eyes away carving air anew. In the bowels of earth they all share the same clarity as they turn to ash, all of a sudden and the words are etched in the insides a title, really, “from thaw to eruption” and it all goes wrong, it all goes crushedheartunderignorancemeldedwithironycollidingwithbeaksandbeaksandbeaksandin How can anyone ever triumph? Zoom out so you might catch a glimpse of the beholder and his futile attempt to fuck his ignorance up so that, unrecognizable as it may become it should be also somewhat less terrifying A matter of handshakes, and all is well once more. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nienna Posted February 1, 2007 Share Posted February 1, 2007 (edited) Εκτός από το ότι κάνει ό,τι κάνει και ο U.E., είναι και υπέροχο ηχητικά... Είναι τόσο κράκ-κλικκράκρρράκκρρλλλκτάκ που δεν μπόρεσα να μην το ηχογραφήσω. Απαγγελία Edited February 1, 2007 by Nienna Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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