Ricordata, Hollywood
9 MAR 025
Dear Lou,
Literature, the fusive liquid labyrinth, where we are going.. to commit our sins.. for a wistful reflexion on the bygone.. to catch a glimmer of the highest resolution, whetting and whetting: THE SHELLSHOCK EDGE OF RECKONING!
It’s time for the propeller, THE MATURING GUILLOTINE, set to cleave THE NECKLINE OF ENDLESS BULLSHIT.
It’s time for SELECTIVE LASHES IN COSMIC TITLES, splashing humanity with conscious radiance from THE PHOTON SEA.
My dear Lou, it’s time.. to disorganise the world, off crime, organised in premium plots from hell! And what a preview, we’re living.. face to face, fuss to fuss.
SYSTEM SISYPHUS!
A zillion light-year spun existence, atomic pinnacles, harmonious swirl, the singular miracle some eject themselves! And here we are, debating wry intelligence, still pushing life’s boulder to the inevitable.
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SHELLSHOCK EDGE OF RECKONING
MATURING GUILLOTINE
NECKLINE OF ENDLESS BULLSHIT
SELECTIVE LASHES
COSMIC TITLES
PHOTON SEA
SYSTEM SISYPHUS
So, as you can see, I am already scattering these cosmic titles in the very letter that I am writing to you. That’s exactly how I am going to construct the whole thing: a revolutionary, creative system, all onto itself: MAP OF THE UNIVERSE..
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