Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
What is the point? Cartographically or otherwise one answers in terms of direction, imagine the usual, crossroads, four way exits, or entry, whichever way one wants to see, usually away, farewell bash? Perhaps. Goldfish sewing forgetful flowers, not quite in full bloom, is interested in the texture of things, will move down south to become hollywood. That then is a point.
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