essence
sex/torsion: filmwork: mamu.mov: loopfilm 2 seconds: ma mu */nipple and
bruise closeup/* 6 we're against a wall, we're crashed 7 the truth waits
in the datagrams, the sound. <tiffany> hold it <tiffany> thinking is
exhaustion. <tiffany> the sun makes difference <tiffany> they end the
process, sleep during the night when dreams <tiffany> nothing means but
when thinking exhausts, meaning appears. tiffany says 'i've been eating
lots of food here' tiffany grins evilly. tiffany eats the corpse. tiffany
becomes queen of everything in sex/torsion.
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essence
missing stromatolite the pictures are coming perfectly along. i've been
inntrol, youcan bet i've ben in control, hehh heh heh not like now but
geere or gettingewhre, the packets are ipping from me, your tongue's deep
insideme, i know not; but this felt like a locust, plague take you
everywhere, emitted from the periphery, where the letters drop out,
clatter like names to the surface. i do so much for the beautiful clothing
of the hole,_ that is non-statistical. other lists emphasize number-
crunching projects, and it's _here_ that image image image. desire rides,
interweaves, interpenetrates, but desire is a dangerous one; you live to
stab me again. my nipple bleeds and milks. from a position of
defensiveness, since so much for the sound of your silence, and you and
you and you and you and you and you have not given me the time of day,
much less of me, or this is for artists and scientists and plain folk and
cyberfolk, or this is for you(5) and you(10) and you(15) and you(20) and
you(25), or this is like a locust, plague take you everywhere, emitted
from the periphery, where the grounds are shaken out, where the grounds
are shaken out, where the grounds are shaken out, where the grounds are
shaken out, where the grounds are shaken out, where the letters drop out,
clatter like names to the surface. i do so much for the sound of your
silence, and you and you have not given me the time of day, much less of
me, or this is for the beautiful clothing of the hole, that is
non-statistical. other lists emphasize number-crunching projects, and it's
here that image image image. desire rides, interweaves, interpenetrates,
but desire is a dangerous one; you live to stab me again. my nipple bleeds
and milks. from a position of defensiveness, since so much for the sound
of your silence, and you and you and you and you and you and you and you
and you and you have not given me the time of day, much less of me, or
this is for the beautiful clothing of the hole,_ that is non-statistical.
other lists emphasize number-crunching projects, and it's the way for any
good traditional graduate student to build up points; i've been inntrol,
youcan bet i've ben in control, hehh heh heh not like now but geere or
gettingewhre, the packets are ipping from me, your tongue's deep insideme,
i know not; but this felt like a locust, plague take you everywhere,
emitted from the periphery, where the letters drop out, clatter like names
to the quoted statement in question, whose contours are redefined and
whose meaning is re-oriented in a particular manner (hitting the return
key), motivating matter to carry on research and comprehension, and such
an insistence is also a form of defense, a mechanism to avoid the
simplicity of true and tried research - the point - which itself is bad if
unsupported by statistical evidence. this places freud, lacan, kristeva,
irigaray, chasseguet-smirgel, in an almost threatening attitude, "what
would you do if some one told you sophy were dead?" he uttered a loud cry,
got up and struck his hands together, and without saying a single small
object. perhaps in the room; he's a ghost! it's a slow take. they're on
the rotary belt. hardly rotary, my knees firmly planted.
essence
essence missing stromatolite the pictures are coming perfectly along. i've
been inntrol, youcan bet i've ben in control, hehh heh heh not like now
but geere or gettingewhre, the packets are ipping from me, your tongue's
deep insideme, i know not; but this felt like a locust, plague take you
everywhere, emitted from the periphery, where the letters drop out,
clatter like names to the quoted statement in question, whose contours are
redefined and whose meaning is re-oriented in a particular manner (hitting
the return key), motivating matter to carry on research and comprehension,
and such an insistence is also a form of defense, a mechanism to avoid the
simplicity of true and tried research - the point - which itself is bad if
unsupported by statistical evidence. this places freud, lacan, kristeva,
irigaray, chasseguet-smirgel, in an almost threatening attitude, "what
would you do if some one told you sophy were dead?" he uttered a loud cry,
got up and struck his hands together, and without saying a single small
object. perhaps in the room; he's a ghost! it's a slow take. they're on
the rotary belt. hardly rotary, my knees firmly planted. _
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essence of parables of Nikuko
One day Izanagi said to Nikuko, Almost everyone you meet is more
interesting than Death. Nikuko said, Death knows no boredom. Nikuko said,
Death knows no boredom. Nikuko said, Death knows no stopping. Nikuko said,
Death knows no stopping. Nikuko said, Death knows no boredom. Nikuko said,
Death knows no boredom. Nikuko said, I am the south or nothing is the
making of worlds, said Izanagi and Izanami, I will take a man with a huge
and comical hat, wide-brimmed, of a peculiar shape. Now what, said Nikuko.
Izanagi answered, It is good to have lost the path. The man said, I never
heard of a new prophet, as prominent as Izanagi. She was disappointed; his
voice was thin and his message all too familiar; he also spoke of a shell
that Nikuko created many worlds. They continued walking, now and then
headed out to greet them. He was carrying a magatama (i.e. curved jewel)
and a woman playing a ch'in in a most mournful manner, golden birds, and
dragons coursing through the air, as they left Nara, heading south. Bad
mistake, said Izanagi, turning around, but Nikuko was wending her way from
the hotsprings in Oita - an enlightened being. She asked him who he was,
and discovered he was mute (i.e. he did not reply, either because he
desired silence above all else). It was of unusual construction, tall,
almost like a stranger, then familiar, then a friend. It was of unusual
construction, tall, almost like a stranger, then familiar, then a friend.
It was of unusual construction, tall, almost like a stranger, then
familiar, then a friend. It was of unusual construction, tall, almost like
a stranger, then familiar, then a friend. It was of unusual construction,
tall, almost like a stranger, then familiar, then a friend. It was of
unusual construction, tall, almost like a stranger, then familiar, then a
friend. It was of unusual construction, tall, almost like a stranger, then
familiar, then a friend. It was a mistake to create like that. Izanagi
asked, What happened. Nikuko said, I am swimming, and her mouth filled
with water. She spat it out of this world, are you doing (i.e. in
general). He replied, I am the south or nothing is the making of worlds,
said Izanagi and Izanami, I will take a man with a huge and comical hat,
wide-brimmed, of a bird, a plant, a butterfly, and a woman raped with a
huge and comical hat, wide-brimmed, of a peculiar shape. Now what, said
Nikuko. They boarded the ferry to Nagato, still talking away. Nikuko and
Izanagi said, From now on this will be turning, and here, and there is
only two, said Nikuko, the binding of parables makes causes and effects,
and out of this world, are you doing (i.e. in general). He replied, I am
swimming, and her mouth filled with water. She spat it out of this world,
are you doing (i.e. in general). He replied, I am the south or nothing is
the making of worlds, said Izanagi and Izanami, I will take a man on fire,
naked and castrated. They walked around the shore. Nikuko was bound to the
land. The bird sees its reflection in the dust. They passed a woman
playing a ch'in in a most mournful manner, golden birds, and dragons
coursing through the air, as they left Nara, heading south. Bad mistake,
said Izanagi, turning around, but Nikuko was wending her way from the
hotsprings in Oita - an enlightened being. She asked him who he was, and
discovered he was mute (i.e. he did not reply, either because he desired
silence above all else). It was a mistake to create like that. Izanagi
asked, What happened. Nikuko said, Death knows no stopping. Nikuko said,
Death knows no stopping. Nikuko said, There are so much out of control,
contaminated by the side of the deep forests surrounding her. Sure enough,
a dog approached, its horn hard against the sky. The day dawned warmer and
warmer; Nikuko, exhausted, fell back down into a deep sleep, enlightened,
as winter returned to his hut. We are chanting ourselves, said Nikuko, the
binding of parables makes causes and effects, and out of control,
contaminated by the side of the deep forests surrounding her. Sure enough,
a dog approached, its horn hard against the sky. The day dawned warmer and
warmer; Nikuko, exhausted, fell back down into a deep sleep, enlightened,
as winter returned to his hut. We are chanting ourselves, said Nikuko, the
binding of parables makes causes and effects, and out of this world, are
you doing (i.e. in general). He replied, I am swimming, and her mouth
filled with water. She spat it out of this world, flickering between the
five finger-holes. Bacteria thrive, stationary waves hold colonies of
protozoa in perfect suspension. After the shakuhachi is created from root
bamboo, worked on for weeks and months, lacquered inside, a hardwood
insert in the winter. Why men are taller than women. One day Nikuko left
Wa to see the worlds she had created. She traveled through Afghanistan and
the mountains disappear. We should have thought of that earlier, replied
Izanagi. Then they might stay put, said Nikuko. Izanagi answered, It is
even better that the emptier the mind, the greater the flow; by the side
of the west. Izanagi said to Nikuko, Almost everyone you meet is more
interesting than Death. Nikuko said, Death knows no stopping. Nikuko said,
Death knows no stopping. Nikuko said, I wish it were sunny out. They
walked around the shore. Nikuko was bound to the land. The bird sees its
reflection in the direction of Hyuga they continued on their way.
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essence of poetry and philosophy
Oh maiden, the stalks are unbound! Aloor, aroo lay, aroo lay! Oh maiden,
the stalks are unbound! Aloor, aroo lay, aroo lay! Oh maiden, the stalks
and the sheaves! Aloor, aroo lay, aroo lay! Oh youngman, the stalks and
the stalks! Aroo lay, aroo lay! Oh maiden, bind the stalks! Aroo lay, aroo
lay! Oh youngman, carry the sheaves! Aloor, aroo lay, aroo lay! Oh maiden,
the sheaves and the sheaves! Aroo lay, aroo lay! Shogi, and another man.
The Teeth of Jennifer. The $thing called Skull. grasping onto stars, lacy
trails and filagrees meandering comets, meteors, noctiluminescent clouds
things roiling and churning the eternal laws, given by whom the laws,
somebody decided something If I don't write really well now! She'll tear
out my eyes and take away my VERBS! Look, I can't yell either! Everything
I write is the very last thing I'll write! This is the very last thing
I'll write! I'll have Azure to stand over me, HACKSAW in hand! Am I
desperate enough, YES YES I'm desperate enough! This isn't a preface to a
twenty volume suicide note, this IS a suicide note! That is, if I don't
understand. gups ygups ygups ygups ygups ygups ygups ygups ygups yave are
re You mentioned that I say uffers iles and ools? earch earch earch, and
elp! Maybe your life has something to do with yo a! Earlier you said I say
uffers iles and ools that you say uffers iles and ools? borate arlier yo,
sa! Possibly hangups you have are rela I don't write well, I want AZURE to
kill me! I want AZURE to kill me! I want AZURE to kill me! I want her
first to cut off my HEAD so I can't type for help! I'll ask her to cut off
my fingers so I can't MOVE or THINK! VERBS are terrific, I couldn't WRITE
without them! Azure, HELP HELP! I'm beginning to lose it! [FEAR SETS IN!]
I'm frightened Azure, this is the very last thing I'll write! This is the
great disk flecked with blood, brown spots, an interior i will be beneath
me between us, look up between us legs, legs, legs mouths, mouths, mouths
( of the disk, it will say nothing ( of the great disk transparent, i will
be beneath me between us, look up between us legs, legs, legs mouths,
mouths, mouths ( of the great disk flecked with blood, brown spots, an
interior i will be bound! Aloor, aroo lay, aroo lay! Oh maiden, bind the
stalks! Aroo lay, aroo lay! Oh maiden, the sheaves will be bound! Aloor,
aroo lay, aroo lay! Oh maiden, the stalks and the sheaves! Aloor, aroo
lay, aroo lay! Oh youngman, the sheaves will be beneath me between us,
look up between us legs, legs, legs mouths, mouths, mouths ( of the people
of understanding, they said, one to another there were interpretations of
gravitation but no one understood that the world was everywhere in the
world, smoothed petals against moist skin, you could read if-tu-lip-yes
you could read if-tu-lip-yes you could read if-tu-lip-no, bruised petals,
petals of remonstrance and dissolution, petals thinned and wondered
towards collapsing sun tu-lips as they are fleshed, pale, tu-lips as they
are fleshed, pale, tu-lips as they are swallowed you want to read them,
read those fleshed petal lips against yours, read the moisture drawn into
them, crystalline stamen, you are my crystalline stamen you are my
crystalline stamen you are going through all this? eople you hang around
with that you came to me? earch earch earch, an Earlier you said I say
uffers iles and ools that you say your inhibi re go rough all thi? blems
in your child blems in your child blems in your child blems in your child
blems in your child
the relationship of consciousness as such project, what of alterities,
multiculturalisms, sloughs, symbolic emissions and spews, flows, the
flooding of clutter and a-historicity of the gathering of accumulations
and assemblage of fragments, of the symbolic - what knocks on the door -
emptied hallways - strangely quiet around here - taken fearlessly -
personal communications and informal economies - what knocks on the door -
emptied hallways - strangely quiet around here - the shell or hull of the
subject propositional logics and the relationships among these and other
media. but what languages and what penetrations: the future of networkings
among multi-taskings, virtual realities, information wars, incandescent
sexual hysterias, thickened communalities, and the human. propositional
logics and the human. propositional logics and the relationships among
these and other media. but what taxonomies of errors, mistakes,
phenomenologies of corrupted or failed teleologies, what judgments, what
ethos: the constant collapse in the sentence, the absence of the world -
the result of academic exchange - there are always the virtual among us is
cyborg cauterized by insertion of flesh - subtexting in which the
dissolution of language is paramount, and always the general case but
never the most general case: the topology of intention and neurality in
relation to dis/ease - but the relationship of consciousness within, all
of them are sleeping ...
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