To the shattered, blood-soaked whites of my eyes, I give this salute–a thank you, a ticker-tape parade of twenty-six letters arranged in pretty patterns–which are, in turn, zeros and ones arranged in pretty patterns, filaments in liquid crystal, themselves burst liquid veins in waxy casings… Obviously, I’m tired. Eight, nine, hours of staring. Click. Click. Click. A shot. A [...]
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Wednesday, May 20, 2009
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