The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

January 10, 2002


lucid sub-caesarian section pig-latin coding of analog/digital internals

level of difficulty: 11

"iway ilway oday atthay omorotay"

"iway ilway ostmay ertnlycay oday atthay omorotay"

"ckhafom wkom subpom hvom bkom ifzqhom. wkom wzkom cgvom ckvom obozukom
wuwbtsfggom cbhwbiaqom ctkom obwaom oqsgdzom chbom ctkom wuhozrom
shkcfywbubom. sbhvom wkom wzkom cgvom ckvom wuhozrom wuwbtsfggom
sadhwsrkom "oqsggdom ctkom cbbom-slwghsbqskom""

"hvbom wkom wzkom sacrom wrfizgzom obrkom opoqgkom obrkom hvbom wkom wzkom
sacghfohrom oyivoqvwgvom obkom wqqczcdom. miom wzkom ssgom ckvom czgvom
sfhvom ofkom wbkom opoqikom obkom wqczcdom wqvkom wgkom chbom
tfbqvom-czvom wqczcdom obrkom ckvom cbom czgvom sfhvom ofkom wbkom
wrfizgzom obrkom oyivoqvwgvom obrkom ckvom oygvom cjfgqom ihmpom obrkom
ckvom wrfizgzom wboqifohsgkom"

"wkom wzkom crom ohhvom cacfchom"

"wkom wzkom cghaom sfhbzmqom crom ohhvom cacfchom"



proto-cul discourse of difficulty 11

"then I will demonstrate sliderule and abacus and then I will demonstrate
shakuhachi and piccolo. you will see how holes, there are in abacus and
piccolo (which is not french-hole piccolo), and how no holes there are in
sliderule and shakuhachi and how shakuhachi covers (i.e. imbibes) beauty,
and how sliderule inaccurates (i.e. is ultimately inaccurate as errors
accumulate geometrically, much as generations in analog video systems)."
"i will do that tomorrow"
"i will most certainly do that tomorrowk"
9%: tomorowk proto-cul not found [see 10% below]
solix% tmrow: proto-cul not found
solix% thn: proto-cul not found
solix% yu: proto-cul not found
solix% how: proto-cul not found
solix% idrul: proto-cul not found
solix% i: proto-cul not found
"zz" 0 lines, 0 characterse around early-ish - will
"then I will demonstrate sliderule and abacus and then I will demonstrate
shakuhachi and piccolo."
"we might get into a discussion of equal temperment."
"well, we might and then again we might not."



Lookit Smiles

in good staid, in the glade azure and i with stubbles, she's mouthing
bubbles, her cunt's a brilliant light against the ferns, my face burns
with rubbles and anticipation, drools, i'm pissing in the saw palmetto,
my bellies huge, like rouge her labia, i'm all wet drowning in her stream,
that part's a dream, her tunnel's lit, did i say at night the flashlight
shows us path and swath, my cock's cut on spanish bayonet, i fuck a pine,
she's mine, she says i'm your hole, use me, her skirt's hiked up, she's
all smiles for miles, my thick lips drool on my tool, we're rattling in
dark dank muck, we fuck :4:2 i hold her asshole open next to saw grass cut
to hold the dew in two, we're like glue, stuck in fuck, the cameras
chatter, our holes spatter the last drop or plop into each other's eyes,
shit's no surprise, we wallow in the hollow, old julu-program lie me like
your maid, don't let me fade, azure's been made and made again, i'm her
maid-man and then :blown bellies out, her crack's blurred against the stem
or trunk, a hunk, you might miss her ass, she looks a lass, shaved, i'm
perfectly behaved, my balls are thick and musk, my cock a tusk, my laugh
is long and hard, she's my bard, she's tearing at my skin, she wants me
in, the glade's wet with piss and semen, it smells like perfect water,
azure looks a daughter, i'm her rutted father covered with her lather,
just wet hair everywhere and bare there


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