Listics

Saussure, give me a sign…

da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
da-da-da-da-doo

Mr. Sandman…
say me adieu
just like the happy doggy rolling in poo

What if every hack writer in the world was required to read his work aloud?  How would that sound?  What cacaphonous giggle-meat would be rendered from that grinder?

Let’s consider Lacan, the shrink, a prioneer - sure that’s a typo but there’s creative leverage there….  The prioneer in this mad meat messiness gains a perspective by stilt walking.  A psychoanalyst, his discipline lacks form, lacks substance, the other prioneers in the field are still breathing, laying down a foundation built on interesting bits about mythology, mothers and denial of the seriousness of their own substance abuse.

Or to put it another way… (why create when one can borrow…)  check this out: