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Jennifer throwing you out.
conf elists fiu fiuu jobroup of degeneraprostitutes scatter me. they reach
into my mind and pour out libations of neural matter. they suffocate the
throat. they attach Azure to my forehead. they say think of your bio of
origination. they are killing children. the Cyprian _he_ crawls across the
page. Hebrew, Arabic, Aramaic, Akkadian, scream in me. i am paranoiac
melech ha-olam. Indo-European uncurls, expands, dichotomizes the world.
Ben Gurion abjured the _et_ perhaps under the influence. :INBOX sent-mail
saved-messages classolk live. We poets :bio of origination. so far is
silence / paranoia. this is someone else writing. you will say "but this
is art." you will be right; this is someone else; this is paranoia. i have
created you to say such-and-such. on the margins: to configure the mach-
ine. everything speeds up when menus refuse animation, no longer expand or
contract, breathe. i don't want breathing menus, expanding windows; i
want replacement f(n) -> n' just like that, dn/dn' just like that. silence
originates in the absence of breath. WinXP turns towards Java 25 meg down-
load. there is no room for paranoia between n, n' in the integers. on the
horizons there are rumors of Carthage, speaking and writing a form of
Phoenician alphabet. ::of war, the tet(e) :prostitute dissolves war, the
aleph.
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JENNIFER
_ _____ _ _ _ _ ___ _____ _____ ____
| | ____| \ | | \ | |_ _| ___| ____| _ \
_ | | _| | \| | \| || || |_ | _| | |_) |
| |_| | |___| |\ | |\ || || _| | |___| _ <
\___/|_____|_| \_|_| \_|___|_| |_____|_| \_\
says
___ __ _ _ _ ___
/ __|/ _` | | | / __|
\__ \ (_| | |_| \__ \
|___/\__,_|\__, |___/
|___/
YOUR PLACE
__ _____ _ _ ____ ____ _ _ ____ _____
\ \ / / _ \| | | | _ \ | _ \| | / \ / ___| ____|
\ V / | | | | | | |_) | | |_) | | / _ \| | | _|
| || |_| | |_| | _ < | __/| |___ / ___ \ |___| |___
|_| \___/ \___/|_| \_\ |_| |_____/_/ \_\____|_____|
or MINE
__ __ ___ _ _ _____
___ _ __ | \/ |_ _| \ | | ____|
/ _ \| '__| | |\/| || || \| | _|
| (_) | | | | | || || |\ | |___
\___/|_| |_| |_|___|_| \_|_____|
&
___
( _ )
/ _ \/\
| (_> <
\___/\/
ALAN SAYS
_ _ _ _ _ ____ _ __ ______
/ \ | | / \ | \ | | / ___| / \\ \ / / ___|
/ _ \ | | / _ \ | \| | \___ \ / _ \\ V /\___ \
/ ___ \| |___ / ___ \| |\ | ___) / ___ \| | ___) |
/_/ \_\_____/_/ \_\_| \_| |____/_/ \_\_| |____/
a stick and a thumb
_ _ _ _
__ _ ___| |_(_) ___| | __ __ _ _ __ __| | __ _
/ _` | / __| __| |/ __| |/ / / _` | '_ \ / _` | / _` |
| (_| | \__ \ |_| | (__| < | (_| | | | | (_| | | (_| |
\__,_| |___/\__|_|\___|_|\_\ \__,_|_| |_|\__,_| \__,_|
_ _ _
| |_| |__ _ _ _ __ ___ | |__
| __| '_ \| | | | '_ ` _ \| '_ \
| |_| | | | |_| | | | | | | |_) |
\__|_| |_|\__,_|_| |_| |_|_.__/
are a stick and a thumb
_ _ _ _
__ _ _ __ ___ __ _ ___| |_(_) ___| | __ __ _ _ __ __| | __ _
/ _` | '__/ _ \ / _` | / __| __| |/ __| |/ / / _` | '_ \ / _` | / _` |
| (_| | | | __/ | (_| | \__ \ |_| | (__| < | (_| | | | | (_| | | (_| |
\__,_|_| \___| \__,_| |___/\__|_|\___|_|\_\ \__,_|_| |_|\__,_| \__,_|
_ _ _
| |_| |__ _ _ _ __ ___ | |__
| __| '_ \| | | | '_ ` _ \| '_ \
| |_| | | | |_| | | | | | | |_) |
\__|_| |_|\__,_|_| |_| |_|_.__/
for all that
__ _ _ _ _ _
/ _| ___ _ __ __ _| | | | |_| |__ __ _| |_
| |_ / _ \| '__| / _` | | | | __| '_ \ / _` | __|
| _| (_) | | | (_| | | | | |_| | | | (_| | |_
|_| \___/|_| \__,_|_|_| \__|_| |_|\__,_|\__|
for all that
__ _ _ _ _ _
/ _| ___ _ __ __ _| | | | |_| |__ __ _| |_
| |_ / _ \| '__| / _` | | | | __| '_ \ / _` | __|
| _| (_) | | | (_| | | | | |_| | | | (_| | |_
|_| \___/|_| \__,_|_|_| \__|_| |_|\__,_|\__|
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of the dream of jennifer and alan
in this dream i am talking with my father who is very old and dying and
living alone in that big house he lives in now with my mother gone and i
was looking through his books and in this dream the books were almost
ruined, moldy, and he looked so very close to death and i pulled out
my baby book, which was common then as i am common, and it was falling
apart, all those anecdotes and weights around birth, the lock of air,
the footprint on the page, and it was ruined, the cover half-gone, the
binding falling apart as my life was and i began crying in my sleep and
said to my father, everything has been falling apart since mother died
of the weight 168 of the height 5' 7 3/4" of the eyes brown of the hair
brown with white of the nails long on the right hand short on the left
of the footprint the fingerprint of the fingerprint how will i tell you
its topography, of the brain of the same of the different of others, of
the others
between the 0 and the 1 there is nothing
between the 1 and the 0 there is nothing
between the 0 and the 0 there is nothing
between the 1 and the 1 there is nothing
the world smooths out pixel by pixel
there are great blanks of once there were
objects
of the objects what of the objects
of the saying of names of the laying of
hands
of the objects of names and the laying of hands
the footprint on the page, and it was r
binding falling apart as my life was an who is very old and dying and
said to my father, everything has been n now with my mother gone and i
s dream the books were almost
of the weight 168 of the height 5' 7 3/se to death and i pulled out
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of the footprint the fingerprint of thearound birth, the lock of air,
its topography, of the brain of the samuined, the cover half-gone, the
the others d i began crying in my sleep and
falling apart since mother died
between the 0 and the 1 there is nothin
between the 1 and the 0 there is nothin4" of the eyes brown of the hair
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between the 1 and the 1 there is nothin fingerprint how will i tell you
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