Monday, May 16, 2005
The Russian word for sunset, закат (za-Kat), translates roughly to "decline." Beautiful. Axiomatic permutations notwithstanding, and ignoring for the moment certain relevant Bry Ferry Stranded couplets, today's spurning is killing me. The neighborhood's grim tool sheds are bathed in florescence; no birds do sing. They repudiate, too, and this zestless plot is transformed. On a gilded note, I return to the combine. More to follow...
at May 16, 2005
Hello again, Larry Dolman over at Blastitude penned a fulsome analysis of Approach to Fear: Regeneration . To read it for yourselves, go...
KSV 409: Merkwürdig Riechnerv 's No Knife to Twist is available now for digital cogitation and limited-ed CD levitation via KSV Bandcam...
Day Eight. Matte essays into razor tabletop. While I read from sliced divination, re-describe third outlet... TS