12.12.04

radio here self f.m.






Ra
dio Deleuze was shut/ the waves of sound/ the backward slashes


of sinecast, a sinthome of



were silent


in the brick halls of hate



A caller called in, the practico-inert in action 'even if you sign off you are part of the chain, the cahiers of the signifer, the Sign on off of the Signifier the fire of the Sign in heaven.



Take that, Mister Buttocks and sign that into your arse.