"Writing is inhibiting. Sighing, I sit, scribbling in ink this pidgin script. I sing with nihilistic witticism, disciplining signs with trifling gimmicks - impish hijinks which highlight stick sigils. Isn't it glib?Isn't it chic?"This kind of thing makes me feel all gooey inside.
A sexy little updating of ideas from George Perec and assorted other difficult French avant guardians.