tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24735777.post-1161380263172042792006-10-20T21:30:00.000Z2006-11-20T21:55:40.490Z

The bland moment: all services, all surfaces are manufactured, the world's made up for me. I'm a faction, mockumenting my discursives and vocatives, my over-voices. A recent night's footage includes a greying green room with a triangulation of dormer, a pinkish bed-cover. The shadows hide crane-flies. I put a few things together with hyphens. So that was my little lebensraum. But as you age,

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