Un-undone is a de-deconstruction;
post-postmodern, mailed to the unboxed
boxing champion, unwilling to fight any
more. Spam is like a pig, but in a can.
Metaphors are like similes, but direct
and indirect. Connections are like
disconnection: soldered to the other;
overheated, separated. Electricity
is a cloud on a sunny sandy board,
surfing alternations that cannot
be predicted until they have
crashed and gone. Take it apart
and build up something that
could not be another vacuum
cleaner. Dust piles up dust. Rust
shaves shine and leaves smooth
sharp. If Derrida derides, is
the ride ridden?
Roman Ryan 