Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.40.0110190132420.13592-100000@panix2.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: CYBERMIND@LISTSERV.AOL.COM
Subject: sad poem of propriety and sentiment
Date: Fri, 19 Oct 2001 01:32:58 -0400
= sad poem of propriety and sentiment the last lonely man breathes the last free air. he meets the last lonely woman and she is singing. she is singing about clean and pure air. she says the air is always clean, the air is always pure. we are creatures in this lonely world. we never obeyed, we always breathed. in and out, in and out, and we're still here, and we're still here the last lonely man breathes the first free air. he has awakened from his slumber and he knows that the last lonely woman is singing the truth, oh why did no one listen? oh why did no one listen? there's a voiceover with a beautiful voice. the voiceover says everyone was scared to get sick and die. everyone was scared to breathe. so everyone held their official breath in their official space, and everyone died of fear and suffocation, and everyone died of fear and suffocation the last lonely woman said nothing's true, you're making it up again, just like before. in truth, billions of us are living, we're not lonely at all, we have good times, i come back from shopping and this is what happens. get me out of this poem, you don't even capitalize, what's wrong with you? aghast, I =