Peach fuzz effect in the tongue with a phantom taste of cramming slices up the nose. Fake tea drips all over the hands and a few form close to the electric box with its sparks and pulsating lights. A tight and unwilling lid making for a splashy opening. Anything to cover the smell of too many poppy seeds per square centimetre in the sandwich.
Mind games play on the need to speed up and slow down within the same breath. Hours after work working the hours currently in the state during.
Tweaking code and smudging the visuals in order to replicate the sameness all without the sameness takes too much of itself. Configurations looks up and down and the haze of it all blurs along a state of conjecture on levels. It's all about levels and layers really.
Messy is the stream handling the required sections, a dire need to consolidate not part of the plan. At least not on today's run through the adventures of an Archibald Prize winner.
Saturday, 29 April 2006
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