A strict serialism (2)
[E-mail] Article publié le 2 janvier 2011.
Put the series in the index
Ain’t life awfully serial sometimes ? No way.
Boundary of a language (of any language), a series stands. I sleep around its shape.
Incredible ! A series with no name !
Ordering series may disturb one’s brain. Never count.
Series ain’t virtual. That’s not true.
May a series of changes become a series of chances. It’ll remain a series anyway.
Be a series more than a term of the series.
Series at dawn don’t raise no gate.
The sand of a series never achieved to a ground.
Sleeping too much may cost you things of series on arrival. Think about it !
Logical things are often expressed by a series or more. Let them leave the room.
Nothing can hurt me but series.
Opening doors cannot reveal series.
One Can’t lose time. One Just Can waste series.
Limiting a series may be uneasy (sometimes).
Series was seen alive in Rio.
Feel the heat of the series. Sounds like a human body, not there.
Don’t You breathe as may a series. You could wave your arms instead.
A single series - a shadowy staircase
The only series kept me out of things : twas my brain (and silence)
I kept all series hidden under a mount of stones and keys.
Follow me dark series over my head - just like a hat. Protected from nothing.
Series may behave like a masterless hammer.
Let series bleed.
Let series be.
Let there be series.
Be à bee – as a series.
A bee’s not a tree - but both are series.
All had been forgiven to a series. All but one word, forgotten.
Series belongs to the working-class for sure.
Say hello to all series (as they stand).
Is there a science of series ?
Is there a soul a series could lose ?
Die serie war als ein stein - und sprach.
Series was certainly series before there were series. Although, the trouble was obvious.
My eyes open with series, i mean : right-hand series with left eye, left-hand series with right eyes. Then should the vision be complete. And go to sleep.
A series knows no hour.
Could a string propagate sound if not series ?
There’s a brain in my series... it hurts.
Herr Derrick singt eine zwolf-ton reihe.
Too tired to write the whole series.
God is rather a series. But series are better human.
Z is the series. Is N its unknown name ?
Some series lie under my fingers. Don’t they sleep.
Nothing can stop series. Can series stop anything ?
Angoisse d’un instant : est-il possible que la série meure ?
A series can’t behave like a thing.
Once up on a mind came a series nearly blind...
There Is no stairway to series. Series be the stairway.
On a series of no word i may have little to say.
There might be time between series. Not much, though.
Steps in the snow can remind me of series.
I may have lost time with series.
Mein hertz ging durch die serie.
To be a series may occur.
Some series are sold on the supermarket place.
Series may joke, sometimes they play
If a series could be named, i wouldn’t even try.
If my brain was a series i would know It.
Today a series was a table. And i happened to be a chair.
Some series make a heavy noise, don’t they ?
Series - they never turn back ?
Under series, step by step, shadows of the evening spell your name.
The fright would be to see the light - of all series - at once.
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