This is a lightpost.

There are many like it,

but this one is mine.

This is a lightpost.

It is not war.

Lightpost is not one word.

War is.

This is a lightpost.

Don’t you hate when someone

spells light as lite.

derridafacefucking

Denver Dry Air Equals

'the' doesn't have to be meaningless

Determiner Plus Affixes

“I’ll tell you one thing about the universe, though. The universe is a pretty big place. It’s bigger than anything anyone has ever dreamed of before. So if it’s just us, seems like an awful waste of space. Right?”
from the movie Contact


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The Text Poem Hyperlinks Test

The Text

Beyond the greener grass,
all language is Foucault;
no language is Derrida,
and form is the fulfilling of my shoes.

The illusion is that we form ourselves, outnumbered,
in a bewildering placeholder world,
as the pen, in the age of speaking rollerskates and beer coaster hawking,
speaks lorem ipsum for us.

Nietzsche’s cookery, fundamentally referential,
we must find there in rose of be.

Anti-millenialists , Cixous , Derrida, Postmodern Dialectic, eh?

Deconstructing the language of irregardless
is the act of figurative sin.

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The Text

The Text

Beyond the greener grass,
all language is Foucault;
no language is Derrida,
and form is the fulfilling of my shoes.

The illusion is that we form ourselves, outnumbered,
in a bewildering placeholder world,
as the pen, in the age of speaking rollerskates and beer coaster hawking,
speaks lorem ipsum for us.

Nietzsche’s cookery, fundamentally referential,
we must find there in rose of be.

Anti-millenialists, Cixous, Derrida, Postmodern Dialectic, eh?

Deconstructing the language of irregardless
is the act of figurative sin.