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(foolish dribbles to be written at uncertain times, on an irregular basis, from uncertain sections of the ever expending universe, and from whatever dimension I-We-Us-Them might find ourselves/ myself in …)

Monday, June 13, 2005

EARLY NIGHT GOING TO BED SOON 


Sipping ice home-made liquor with some club-soda over ice and a splash of lime. The day went by like a mass of grayish slumber overwhelmed with dark clouds ready to blow up any second. I watched two films. Neither much better than the other. Passable. The first worse than the second, only because of the subject. The cinematography was absent from both. Meaning the art was mostly gone. The second was based on a large larger than life famous figure, and it was able to get away with some pathos. Unforgivable emotional margins. I sip the liquid of my own invention. Pure 100 proof alcohol into which various herbs and fruits macerated for one month, then diluted with sugar water, and aged for several weeks.
Posted by: François Pointeau / 20:03
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