Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.56.0308310007400.17112@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>,
"WRYTING-L : Writing and Theory across Disciplines" <WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA>
Subject: viruses infiltrate my brain
Date: Sun, 31 Aug 2003 00:07:55 -0400 (EDT)
viruses infiltrate my brain the turmoil comes and goes the brain continues its withdrawal from the world its fear and broken circuits, these obdurate particles, these chemical grains come to infiltrate my existence, i will become thing, no longer speak, every night await death, every night another life is born to look around, brain and memory gone -:the great-wind cometh and i do not hear it, the great-sound cometh and i do not see it, i can touch you lord, i can touch you lord, everything is free in the world, in truth and not in false demand, they are speaking through me, inside my skull, the particles clear of phages, dna-rna on the move :i have two viruses and therefore one of them is eating my brain and i don't expect to have a go of it as a result, how could it, at night i can hear the gnawing, so far the hearing hasn't gone, what they call the aural canal, two out of three and already my chances of senility have increased, all the herpes a to z not to mention colds flus and other illness, none of the auto-immune but my brain is shrinking, latest and most up-to-date :percy bysshe percy bysshe:percy bysshe percy bysshe and mary mary mary mary, i have two viruses and therefore one of them is eating my brain and i don't expect to have a go of it as a result, how could it, at night i can hear the gnawing, so far the hearing hasn't gone, what they call the aural canal, two out of three and already my chances of senility have increased, all the herpes a to z not to mention colds flus and other things, none of the auto-immune but my brain is shrinking, the latest, the most up-to-date, the turmoil comes and goes the brain continues its withdrawal from the world its fear and broken circuits, these obdurate particles, these chemical grains come to infiltrate my existence, i will become the thing, no longer speak, every night awaiting death, every night another life is born to look around, brain and memory gone, this is god's truth and percy's troth queen's-writ contracts and consternations ___