Thursday, May 31, 2007

item #0061

Gone are the days of men. If you're just gonna sit there then that's all you deserve. I see you have a hand removed. But you have another. Take it from your trousers. Find a whore. Actualise. I do books. I do systems. When a man says to a woman: "neither time nor Being are possible as totalities in isolation", and a woman says to a man: "my tale is one of marketplace as medication" then we are all lost in space. Don't expect elaborate messages from me detailing what it is that I will be doing with this knowledge. I want to live the fantasy of the hopeless-idealist, with newspapers and TV programmes to suit, occluded, angry, and hollow. I browse the web; there are others like me.