Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Friday, December 4, 2009

All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar's teeth.

Antonin Artaud

Tuesday, December 1, 2009


Perhaps our eyes are merely a blank film which is taken from us after our deaths to be developed elsewhere and screened as our life story in some infernal cinema or dispatched as microfilm into the sidereal void.

Jean Baudrillard

Tuesday, November 24, 2009


she cried so much - she turned to stone

Friday, November 20, 2009