InterWritingWiki — Writing Dubuffet’s Titles

Frantic grass took to the skies in another aardvark's slice of sunlight. Cupped a cluster of feigned black girls. New movements, tales in literature that are moments of sudden frost. An azure planet that blazens all the damn percentages anywhichway to the Fourth of Albion.

Pluto at a railway station, making her own chances. To dance, to decompose, to echo the rivers. And how beautiful her strong limbs. Her aesthetics. Her presence

Movement on the banks. Then thought. Then a little action.

Blow the whistle on yesterday. This train just left the staion. An internet of extrao(r)dinary events that we all internalize. Sunlight at angles in a trapezium co-ordinator. Diazepam leads to dizzying semantics, a wild semaphore of fingers, with all the rotund beauty of a Marvin Gaye or hapless John Cage. Or any ne'er do well, done nothing. And more of the same to come.

This is an illicit pleasure and they would take it off us if they knew. You do realise that? Faint praise. Feint praise. Any damned slack compliment would do to deter. Cite Fuck. Choose Life. Write Words. Yeah, right. You too?

Nothingness is chock full of arbitrary values. Trust me, I'm a fiction writer. I really know these things. Don't ask poets, they'll never give you a straight answer to any sort of a question concerning TheOneTrueText :)

NewMediaWriting. Just another formfull art about everything at all including all the old exceptions. (Bite, bite, bite.) And whyever not? Text that I know. Linguistic bollocks in academic circles. Another incestuous -ism with a few choice words of mis-spelt Greek, frayed around the edges of the cities and greened over in worship of an unpronouncable goddess.

We are not jaundiced. That slight yellowing around the edges is just a little foxing. Most of the pages remain basically sound. Mr Fancy Parchment meant to say OldPaperLove.

while the original author enters the selected typos and states "my god, what happened to extraordinaryevents??"

good job i kept a copy of the original :)
perhaps he ought to read up on CreativeCommonsCopyright

salut impervious dialectic qw49 where is The 5,000,000,000 true
texterfalsetexty

happy clicketing letter after letter, a cozy rose discourse, lively impassionpowering springs springs springs like a slinky in a timeless vase, or like a rose upon the rood of time, the pleasure of textiness all a-snuggle in its web of furwords. To recreate, after a mass wave of radio disaster etheric proportionate!

The extraordinary events livelied up theyselves again, resurrecting all poetential for wordsplay perfumerance.

And after a protracted pause, honoring the hackers, hacks and hucksters, these happy events resumed once again, pelting the planet with exuberant occasions, poltergeisting language from the inside out, knocking letters off their customary shelves and words out of semantic order with glee and glad abandon.

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