Πέμπτη 28 Αυγούστου 2014

Regurgitate

What if I chewed my food earlier and puked it in your mouth as if we were avian relatives. You, inserting your lean beak deep down my throat eagerly tasting the gooey saliva of my gastric fluids, me, vomiting my processed oatmeallike nutriments ready for you to conveniently taste. This starts to sound like a dialectic-conversation-resulting-in-useful-learning kindametaphor.


Stranger than fiction




Τετάρτη 27 Αυγούστου 2014


Αλγόριθμος


Ψάχνοντας το νόημα της ζωής.
Η γιαγιά μου έφερε 10 κιλά Φανουρόπιτα.

 =>




Σάββατο 2 Αυγούστου 2014

surveillance