Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.64.0811210002010.14561@panix1.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: the prim world
Date: Fri, 21 Nov 2008 00:02:46 -0500 (EST)
the prim world as if my suture were absorbed, as if the stitch-in-time could be forgotten, "nothing is father than the truth" - as if the truth were phenomenological horizon - it is not - for father, read farther, or not, as the world's case is all there is (and the mother floods me with her tears) (and I flood the world with tears). the goal: to disappear inside myself. the goal: "to make the world disappear, I hide in the midst of inconceivable chaos." the goal: trick death, disappear, this time once and for all!:drowning, i am wiped into existence, sutured with wet cloth which writes and erases me. my prim thinks for me, my prim is my skin, which I unravel from avatar, move from second life into first. my skin is boundless, point-source, infinite collapse. my skin is a cornucopia of eyes that promise intimacy on the premise of protocol. my skin says, always, nothig could be farther than the truth. my skin says, I write myself into existence, I write myself out of existence. what my skin knows is sutured into the guise of the human, nothing of this is original, in truth I have said it before, but now it is flooded, I am drowning in the vacuum of the real.:first flooding. the grounds appear as if wet, what does that mean? surely there is no water. water is everywhere, just another prim structure. it's movement is apparent. but in dreams, floods occur, and I am lost in miasma, too many shapes and flickers, my eyes take over my body, I am reduced to disposition. caught in waters, I drown; caught in drowning, I suffocate in an airless void.:: Your avatar dissolves my absorption is not an issue, what excretes, emits, spews, what is It?! hobgoblin with ideohydraulesis! My absorption is not an issue, what excretes, emits, spews, what is It? is your chemistry here... Use of uninitialized value in join or string at .juluold line 79, <STDIN> line 4. Use of uninitialized value in join or string at .juluold line 79, <STDIN> line 4. Use of uninitialized value in concatenation (.) or string at .juluold line 87, <STDIN> line 4. Use of uninitialized value in open at .juluold line 90, <STDIN> line 4. Use of uninitialized value in concatenation (.) or string at .juluold line 95, <STDIN> line 4. as if my suture were absorbed, as if the stitch-in-time could be forgotten, "nothing is father than the truth" - as if the truth were phenomenological horizon - it is not - for father, read farther, or not, as the world's case is all there is (and the mother floods me with her tears) (and I flood the world with tears). the goal: to disappear inside myself. the goal: "to make the world disappear, I hide in the midst of inconceivable chaos." the goal: trick death, disappear, this time once and for all! calls forth sloughings hobgoblin, hungered, making things. in the breaks, as if my suture were absorbed, as if the stitch-in-time could be forgotten, "nothing is father than the truth" - as if the truth were phenomenological horizon - it is not - for father, read farther, or not, as the world's case is all there is (and the mother floods me with her tears) (and I flood the world with tears). the goal: to disappear inside myself. the goal: "to make the world disappear, I hide in the midst of inconceivable chaos." the goal: trick death, disappear, this time once and for all! is , 041], drowning, i am wiped into existence, sutured with wet cloth which writes and erases me. my prim thinks for me, my prim is my skin, which I unravel from avatar, move from second life into first. my skin is boundless, point-source, infinite collapse. my skin is a cornucopia of eyes that promise intimacy on the premise of protocol. my skin says, always, nothig could be farther than the truth. my skin says, I write myself into existence, I write myself out of existence. what my skin knows is sutured into the guise of the human, nothing of this is original, in truth I have said it before, but now it is flooded, I am drowning in the vacuum of the real.? ... hobgoblin is absorption is not an issue, what excretes, emits, spews, what is It? on wet flesh, it's hobgoblin? Are you satisfied with your as if my suture were absorbed, as if the stitch-in-time could be forgotten, "nothing is father than the truth" - as if the truth were phenomenological horizon - it is not - for father, read farther, or not, as the world's case is all there is (and the mother floods me with her tears) (and I flood the world with tears). the goal: to disappear inside myself. the goal: "to make the world disappear, I hide in the midst of inconceivable chaos." the goal: trick death, disappear, this time once and for all!? yes Your avatar dissolves my absorption is not an issue, what excretes, emits, spews, what is It?! hobgoblin with ideohydraulesis! (slough)