No one is innocent. No one.
The place of place is absent.
What you see is no longer seen.
Did you think on it? The non-All?
Malevich and Duchamp in-between.
Excrement no longer shocks.
Each distinction begs the question.
Knowledge is not a commodity.
“Bargain away your…Loss?” No.
Pleasure. Pain. Life. Negation.
Black squares and bicycles. The Real?
Fill it with time. Extinction.
What you leave will follow you.
Those atonal chords blank you.
Meaning is as meaning does.
Ethics of a rhino founds an Empire.
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