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Picaro Life: December 2008
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A company for carrying on an undertaking of great advantage, but nobody to know what it is.". Monday, December 29, 2008. The Last Laugh of Harold Pinter. Laughter dies but is never dead. Laughter lies out of the back of its head. Laughter laughs at what is never said. It trills and squeals and swills in your head. It trills and squeals in the heads of the dead. And so all the lies remain laughingly spread. Sucked in by the laughter of the severed head. Sucked in by the mouths of the laughing dead.
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Picaro Life: January 2009
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A company for carrying on an undertaking of great advantage, but nobody to know what it is.". Thursday, January 01, 2009. The Missed Connection Ecosystem. Posted on 19th October 2008. You were wearing a beige trench mac, standing next to an ad for the latest Ian Rankin novel. I was wearing a navy pane suit, eating fries, pondering whether Ian Rankin had consented to, or even requested, the prominent faceshot. We both stepped out at Kings X. You took the Victoria line, I took the Northern line.
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Picaro Life: The Missed Connection Ecosystem
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A company for carrying on an undertaking of great advantage, but nobody to know what it is.". Thursday, January 01, 2009. The Missed Connection Ecosystem. Posted on 19th October 2008. You were wearing a beige trench mac, standing next to an ad for the latest Ian Rankin novel. I was wearing a navy pane suit, eating fries, pondering whether Ian Rankin had consented to, or even requested, the prominent faceshot. We both stepped out at Kings X. You took the Victoria line, I took the Northern line.
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Picaro Life: The Last Laugh of Harold Pinter
http://picarolife.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-laugh-of-harold-pinter.html
A company for carrying on an undertaking of great advantage, but nobody to know what it is.". Monday, December 29, 2008. The Last Laugh of Harold Pinter. Laughter dies but is never dead. Laughter lies out of the back of its head. Laughter laughs at what is never said. It trills and squeals and swills in your head. It trills and squeals in the heads of the dead. And so all the lies remain laughingly spread. Sucked in by the laughter of the severed head. Sucked in by the mouths of the laughing dead.