to hell with literature
we want something redblooded
lousy with pure
reeking with stark
and fearlessly obscene
quarta-feira, 11 de fevereiro de 2009
On each landing, opposite the lift shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
[mil novecentos e oitenta e quatro, george orwell]