Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.40.0112302255430.28990-100000@panix1.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: CYBERMIND@LISTSERV.AOL.COM
Subject: Chemical Love
Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2001 22:56:22 -0500
- Chemical Love Prolog: Well, let's get started! Let's make a gender! That ok with you? disgusts me; forget it! But anyway... Let chemical love be our primary descriptor! chemical love. taking viagra, makes me wet 574 times! But what is chemical love here, its category? Do you feel your gender is close to chemical love. :In any case, you must contact me about this... Text: chemical love:chemical love:viagra love:the chemical love of viagra:chemical love. taking viagra, a singular and misshapen element or entity. the signature of our sex: typical; other than liquidity, a sign of the dreams to come, there was no effect. at a loss and still, now typing five hours later, the memory of a dark dome out of reach, a weakness, of the very last of the last dream, that i would never move again, that my limbs had no will, no movement, a form of shuffled cloth, felt or velvet, a state close to paralysis::the dream of the first: the fish which had escaped along with a miniature gorilla, active like the crayfish who accompanied us in new york. length: over two hours. dark and utterly submerged. no sexuality; between dreams i wonder if depression affects viagra. does tumescence translate into the great black. was i faced with the kristevan thing. were there eyes.:27597:7:the dream of the second: immobilized, azure laughing at me. length: over two hours, floating body, as if cells swallowed in enormous conduits. of the dead: as if it were dead, or deadly, or unimaged, unimagined. :chemical love. taking viagra, a singular and misshapen element or entity. the signature of our sex: typical; other than liquidity, a sign of the dreams to come, there was no effect. at a loss and still, now typing five hours later, the memory of a dark dome out of reach, a weakness, of the very last of the last dream, that i would never move again, that my limbs had no will, no movement, a form of shuffled cloth, felt or velvet, a state close to paralysis::chemical love _