ode to the code
code switching, the new play
for words play in difference
je ne comprend pas in words
and in words ne comprend the ligh
i am freeing fall from this switch back code
a play on codes...
the argentinian cried out to the young woman as the tango deepened, ba dum da dum dum ba dum. she cried and ran from his pursuit "you don't have to put on that red light! ROXANNE!" she was met by a wall of men, neetly clad in suits and bowler hats. and she turned back to face
coded words symbols make up the text of hypertext of hypermeaning in this coded page. i could read it if i tried, but i stand with the crutch of other peoples reading to know what is going on.
didn't you hear? <ο παπάς πέθανε>
i know that shit eh.
it had to happen
i will produisez-vous, you know.
ass hole.
The argentinian grabbed the girl by the arm and turned her away from the men, she stepped past him and towards them again. "you don't have to sell your body to the night:você não tem que vender seu corpo à noite". she looked helplessly at the men approaching her, and fell back into his, the argentinians arms. ":Roxanne"
I don't buy it
why
argentinians don't just run down thte street singing
how would you know
i just do
you've never been there
ive seen it in magazines
yeah?
yeah!
yeah?
yeah!
what about evita?
John watched, dumbfounded, and mildly irratated that the bus was late. but there was a great show, a real life musical. He lit up a cigarette as the argentinian hoisted the girl over his shoulder and struck out down the empty street. The army of men followed in suits and bowler caps and the street was empty again. John was near finished his pack and wondered if he should go buy another. but if he left the stop surely the bus would come and go without him. like that episod when the yellow spounge goes over the edge and just wants to get home
dn't we all just want to freeplay in the
working in languages in free flux
never understood or misunderstood
just
free to code
for words play in difference
je ne comprend pas in words
and in words ne comprend the ligh
i am freeing fall from this switch back code
a play on codes...
the argentinian cried out to the young woman as the tango deepened, ba dum da dum dum ba dum. she cried and ran from his pursuit "you don't have to put on that red light! ROXANNE!" she was met by a wall of men, neetly clad in suits and bowler hats. and she turned back to face
coded words symbols make up the text of hypertext of hypermeaning in this coded page. i could read it if i tried, but i stand with the crutch of other peoples reading to know what is going on.
didn't you hear?
i know that shit eh.
it had to happen
i will produisez-vous, you know.
ass hole.
The argentinian grabbed the girl by the arm and turned her away from the men, she stepped past him and towards them again. "you don't have to sell your body to the night:você não tem que vender seu corpo à noite". she looked helplessly at the men approaching her, and fell back into his, the argentinians arms. ":Roxanne"
I don't buy it
why
argentinians don't just run down thte street singing
how would you know
i just do
you've never been there
ive seen it in magazines
yeah?
yeah!
yeah?
yeah!
what about evita?
John watched, dumbfounded, and mildly irratated that the bus was late. but there was a great show, a real life musical. He lit up a cigarette as the argentinian hoisted the girl over his shoulder and struck out down the empty street. The army of men followed in suits and bowler caps and the street was empty again. John was near finished his pack and wondered if he should go buy another. but if he left the stop surely the bus would come and go without him. like that episod when the yellow spounge goes over the edge and just wants to get home
dn't we all just want to freeplay in the
working in languages in free flux
never understood or misunderstood
just
free to code
posted by FireflyEyes at 9:10 am
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