Thursday, August 31, 2006

 
and everybody else

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

 
Teenage Kicks

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

 
Faile

Monday, August 28, 2006

 
Taking
a picture
at night

Taking picture
of pure noise

Sunday, August 27, 2006

 
Hoping for poetry

Saturday, August 26, 2006

 
Writing

Friday, August 25, 2006

 
Lemonade
Happy
Happy

Thursday, August 24, 2006

 
Wearing colour is difficult

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

 
Break some glass
shine some light

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

 
A second of
making the day
night

Monday, August 21, 2006

 
The most quiet place in London

Sunday, August 20, 2006

 
Neon=Death?

Saturday, August 19, 2006

 
How did a company happen to own the idea of the cowboy?

Friday, August 18, 2006

 
I want to give a fuck about analog and digital
I want to be Zen and own a ranch in New Mexico
I want to ride horses and hear silence
I want to wear a hat and not care
I want to not want
And think without thinking

Thursday, August 17, 2006

 
fairytales
dictate
reality

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

 
Coin
Coin
I used to love the money game

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

 
Every multiplicity grows from the middle, like the blade of grass or the rhizome. We constantly oppose the rhizome to the tree, like two conceptions and even two very different ways of thinking. A line does not go from one point to another, but passes between points, ceaselessly bifurcating and diverging, like one of Pollock's lines

 
Hoping for word to appear

Monday, August 14, 2006

 
My
lamp
shattered
into pieces

light is always free
it is both form and content
always

Sunday, August 13, 2006

 
Make
reality
tremble
shiver
stutter

Friday, August 11, 2006

 
You are sad because you cry
You are happy because you laugh
Motions do not express
they for the mood-
listening to cat powers
in a crowded subway

being alone

Thursday, August 10, 2006

 
Strip your identity
nothing is left
yet everything there

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

 
Me
Me
Me

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

 
Spending too much time going digital in bed

Monday, August 07, 2006

 
Memories
fragile traces
on the surface
of reality

Sunday, August 06, 2006

 
System
Fuck the system
System
System
System
System
System
System
System
System
System
System
System

Saturday, August 05, 2006

 
I do not know where it came from
but I woke and it was there
I do not even know what it means

Friday, August 04, 2006

 
The Baroque refers not to an essence
but rather to an operative function,
to a trait.

It endlessly produces folds.

The Baroque fold unfurls
all the way to infinity.

The Baroque invents
the infinite fold or process.

The problem is not how to finish a fold
but how to continue it,
to have it go through a ceiling,
how to bring it to infinity.

Thursday, August 03, 2006

 
I like Nietzsche!
I like
I like

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

 
Renaissance goes digital
Women go political
I go nowhere and stay in bed

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

 
Self-timer
camera thrown
abstraction
opening up
a clearing
in a forest
Heidegger











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