Sunday, July 15, 2012

on being cute

Sometimes language limits you. Sometimes language breaks you on the rocks.



Sometimes you break language on the rocks. From swerve of shore to bend of bay by a commodius vicus of recirculation. Sometimes you break that broken on the rocks on the breakers.

What is the purpose of language if it is insufficiently expressive. What are we that can be fully expressed by a construct.

I'll tell you. You shit. You flush it down the toilet and then you shit again.

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