"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.
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