The object of Revolution begins its plurality its poly-vocal affluence the dark logic under the murmur of trespass an exchange of dead meanings contain not a trace of the utilitarian dragged into alien co-ordinates a venture of dubious validity the silence of the Protocols of Noise its overwhelming inherent uselessness as deadly weapon against the Screens an undisclosed eroticism dammed strange entity eternally delayed Nils was a thing of the mind a sad furtive peak of anticipation a gradual minimizing of action not to walk disguised as an extravagant length a flawed pose we know perfectly well/
