Sunday, April 5, 2015

The Information Paradox

In procedural delirium coils the programmed night incarnate, star by star, incomprehensible distance constellated so, coded loneliness. Composition by time-field, not quite absolute zero of the unbearable lightness confound. The love of the abject object for the disjunctive subject. Turquoise praise remains aqueous without saturation. 

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