Sunday, October 07, 2007

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There are brains in the breadbox; a parallax in the parallel; a synthesizer in the synthesis. It comes down to Daft Punk and Beethoven. Or a dis+function. More likely the latter. It's hands that control these fabrications, not electrosynthetic pulses. It's nonsensical and irrational. There are no footnotes or legends in this transcript, only inebriation and infatuation.

BUT WITH WHAT.

Question of the century, riddle of the millennium. We're doomed to misinterpretation. It comes down to absurdity and abstinence. Or is there a pattern to it all. Can this be figuredcalculateddeciphered? You tell me tell you tell me. Fuck it all, lets go dancing.

The knack is lost, if it was ever there. Bygones.

.annie-dog


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