Tak-tak 탁

Missives from the Far Contours of an Evolving Techno Culture.

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NOTHING AT LAST

Your words are footprints in the snow and it keeps a-snowing and you keep a-wandering and the fruit machine plays Beethoven’s fifth symphony beneath mirrors made of sunlight where we find comfort in the faux log fire. ...

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Old Codswallop

It must have been about 5am. I was woken by an almighty racket. My son had hit me in the face with a ridiculously oversized tennis racket - the little terror! ...

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