letra de i - buried inside
no defence against the indefensible.
the sp-ce between words and things is once again total.
no defence against the indefensible.
the sp-ce between words and things is once again fatal.
all naming is already murder: serviced muck on the killing floor.
soft-violence as pragmatic necessity: bullbaiting with the starved dogs of rhetoric.
an arena sport like no other.
bring on the organ-grinders, carnival barkers, snake-oil paddlers, pork-barreling mouthpieces.
parceling out concerted blows of categorical reification.
deep bites with self-confirming payloads.
live seed for excessive ent-tlement and a snare for every congenital impulse.
absent a shot, we are condemned to be at war with words.
the function of representation comes to grief when words lose their connections with things – in short, when language represents itself.
[mark poster, the mode of information]
no defence against the indefensible.
the sp-ce between words and things is once again total.
no defence against the indefensible
letras aleatórias
- letra de don't feel right - the roots
- letra de flexin - babi joka
- letra de rill pour rire - diane dufresne
- letra de riko minut - anna puu
- letra de swing dreams - corn on my dinner plate
- letra de 16 soupapes - falcko
- letra de ludwig van beethoven - club for five
- letra de walk - wc
- letra de follow - tinchy stryder
- letra de these butterflies - teen hearts