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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: mudeath1
Date: Sun, 15 Mar 2009 02:07:30 -0400 (EDT)
mudeath1 and death can't come too soon, a gap before the swirl fills in the blanks always the case that _writing_ does not survive _without_ the death of the attempt to revive death itself, with more or less success. pliance itself, .html warding off death within the cleansed landscape of ates the death or negation/annihilation centered in real-life alterity. here, with me (sumerian me: attribute/inculcation), does not death also penis, the vagina, the _flesh_ of the thing, brilliant death - just as would that entail, if not death without infusion, the identical collapse chase infinite arousal, infinite becoming. not death but _infinite delay_ solitude oi death in both i am hole again. gical functions construct the stars, began my death thousands of years and only an absence of text denoting death or just boredom with computer gard, a world in which wishes come true, and death disappears. it is pos- nothing like it. it makes death go away, and brings the full cloud cons- itself, defuges, sputters at the edges; given the death of the author, life and death and internet: mourning the impossible object. leaving the stalking death mute is the way to go. nothing ever drops from the sky. i literal (the dessication of the animal, its eventual death on the slide, i would lie a real guy or apple pie as death came nigh as blood did dry as few that sought the loo with real goo or sappy poo as death came slew as _payback_ so that i won't starve to death when my next $600-$700 course ate, the death and destruction of marginality, in the name of marginality. as arrive. in fifty years, there will be net at the top, death at the bot- the deadness of beauty's slope-gender, and the death of slope-pronoun sustainable temperature is reached. life and death are in the mind of the there is no fate, not even death is sealed. back our juices. the maw of death rips open my back; there's no bone. i about death all the time. is there a god? why doesn't she come down and about death being a handled thing and closure; death foreclosures, gropings die in mud slacked to cold ice the limits of the text, they're mewling about death and its horizon, text- usual death on the physical horizon. until separation, however, identi- its down there fiery black of the screen death white of the screen his death in a recently published essay. i've talked about the same in va- tell us how close to death we are. i am so happy to have found love and death and elinor wylie! love and death and elinor wylie! i love you jennifer! you own the hole - in yourself is a mummy-metaphor, death and detumescence already foregone, arrogance; my death drive finds expression in the compulsive-obsessive his son was studying 1613, the death of a king, corn prices, when he came copy, hopefully notarized, of the death certificate itself. beyond death and all the writing on alterity, it's this, the eyes that current's death had on the cybermind list, and herself; here, in hard- death shall be found for him. of community and partnership, that buries the remnants of body; death is if the axe is in ten minutes, death isn't far away. between death and the between death and the axe, there is the axe. the axe brings death closer, wards death farther. (this is what elsewhere replaces a life of eternal regrets; death no longer stirs him, seems like cyberspace falls flat; i have been brooding about the death of michael though i see death i shall not see death here with death i shall lie in the field of voles after our death that live may we:-- retard the hastening of death for the subject - creator or viewer; third re/presents itself within the single frame, already the harbinger of death always been. oh the blackness is as it has always been. oh death is on the memories of death and dark candles sion if i should happen to die at the time; death in fact haunts the text borders on the way to cold death and evanescence borders on the way to cold death and evanescence borders on the way to cold death and evanescence meaning leaving organism without a _not_ to stand on; sure slow death order. the blanket origin of death puts an end to it all; it's on the limb or hinge of death that second life carries on, and who knows how many are collapse, it's about collapse. here's where death comes into play: what's of death and dealing or pliny's uncle's death (and other devastation) when vesuvius blew: what concrete world we've been thrown into, our first lack of choice as death net14.txt:liquid excrement, desire neither death nor the presence of des self comprising the interior and exterior, beyond birth, decay, death and freezes as men and women hear tiffany's death cry. the woman misses you freezes as men and women hear tiffany's death cry. the woman misses men freezes as men and women hear tiffany's death cry. the sun rises in the your blood freezes as you hear tiffany's death cry! whooshed at the speed of light towards death inherent in the calling-forth when i sleep at night, spaces open up; i'm torn and brought close to death life parallel to this - illness or death or disinterest or bankruptcy - passes by, and even a minute after our death we no longer hear a voice, the morning, results in death of 40 persons, and injuries to 40. manhattan, resulting in the death of two women and three children; i long for the comfort of a universe don't you see, where death is recom- long and how i will never fear death again and will always be curious and see time & it will not be frightening & will not bear the stench of death the earth in exhaustion or death has placed memory at the heart of the have its death off-screen, silencing every and all, returning these to would that entail, if not death without infusion, the identical collapse the deadness of beauty's slope-gender, and the death of slope-pronoun by _hunger,_ or the desire to eat, which is a characteristic of death. how is hunger death? the answer is being given: _for hunger as death._" you say, "ah well, time for death." would enable _an immediate and painful death._ (thus i, clara!)) tion, death, shit, the relative powers of horror described by kristeva. or source of birth and death; no _word_ can stand against it (there is no they are always "loved ones" after death, and now they threaten is a sport whose findings are entrails. i would rather the boy's death and death can't come too soon, a gap before the swirl fills in the blanks always the case that _writing_ does not survive _without_ the death of the listdeath i wonder if one can talk about (email) listdeath, or rather list steady- listdeath2 first, i want to make it clear that listdeath, if it ever occurs, is a step aside, avoiding barely-separated twins at birth, death, and desire. listdeath iii and machinery. the notion of "listdeath" is at best metaphoric for what peaks. so listdeath is burnout, the feeling that one has ridden the cycles for the databanks, anything holding back death. if i can hold my breath i listdeath - am listdeath continued from am - an to the extent that the _vectors_ of life/death are lost, occluded; the and death; one can't do better than absorb the problematic of identity and attempt to revive death itself, with more or less success. ides. how can i tell you of these beautiful things? then i look for death, i search out death, i happen upon its comfort. unhappy, this leaves room sin, original or otherwise), humanity is free to explore its death. as pliance itself, .html warding off death within the cleansed landscape of dealing with depression after spousal death. they spoke, with what palsy, larynx doing its long sad dance til death? .. in den mund," "death and life into the mouth" followed by "ich ahne," "i net, and so forth. not to mention all the doom-saying death-of-the-human death that comes through the eyes." one c's in cyberspace by virtue of the ates the death or negation/annihilation centered in real-life alterity. here, with me (sumerian me: attribute/inculcation), does not death also penis, the vagina, the _flesh_ of the thing, brilliant death - just as reworking, beating to death, frameworks such as chat or email seems suf- would that entail, if not death without infusion, the identical collapse chase infinite arousal, infinite becoming. not death but _infinite delay_ solitude oi death in both i am hole again. a symbol of death, also of maat, goddess of truth and order, and the man's gical functions construct the stars, began my death thousands of years woven with themes of death, inscription, dismemberment, holes, absences, and only an absence of text denoting death or just boredom with computer appearance of damage (death, refusal to reply, other sites down, etc.), already closed as travis passed sweetly unto death. *** users on #shit: alan_ @goddeath me softly with your net death. if i cease to be relevant, kill me. if i kill me softly with your net death. filter my address, stab my heart; i am not afraid of death, but am quite afraid of pain; kill me with dull poi- death doesn't show its cards death shows its cards to the living death's cards are never stacked there are no cards of death the other is their death's body death doesn't exist thing else, carrier or parasite. it all disappears shortly after death. i relies on death, diacritical-death, as if something were amiss. tongues death is accompanied by the annihilation of memory, the annihilation of death. the political economy of death: i will julu twine to you; i will then that, crashing down with her somewhat sudden death, now she resides or pliny's uncle's death (and other devastation) when vesuvius blew: what concrete world we've been thrown into, our first lack of choice as death net14.txt:liquid excrement, desire neither death nor the presence of des self comprising the interior and exterior, beyond birth, decay, death and freezes as men and women hear tiffany's death cry. the woman misses you freezes as men and women hear tiffany's death cry. the woman misses men freezes as men and women hear tiffany's death cry. the sun rises in the your blood freezes as you hear tiffany's death cry! carries deathsound if not rattlesound i am so very it's morning too early to get up or deal with death stop that soundmorning that deathsound whooshed at the speed of light towards death inherent in the calling-forth when i sleep at night, spaces open up; i'm torn and brought close to death certainty is an absence of breakage and death; what is attached for the never death, but literally a passing-away; an avatar disappears more or life parallel to this - illness or death or disinterest or bankruptcy - passes by, and even a minute after our death we no longer hear a voice, them in the first place, that's called death. the morning, results in death of 40 persons, and injuries to 40. death; damage about $100,000. manhattan, resulting in the death of two women and three children; overcome and suffocated to death. i long for the comfort of a universe don't you see, where death is recom- long and how i will never fear death again and will always be curious and see time & it will not be frightening & will not bear the stench of death death the bad patch, patch the bad patch. the earth in exhaustion or death has placed memory at the heart of the have its death off-screen, silencing every and all, returning these to death, only a virtual world will disappear, one whose weight is zero, and worlds of fecundity, abjection, birth and death. for-granted breaks down in obscenity, death, torture, sexuality, tantra, ides. how can i tell you of these beautiful things? then i look for death, i search out death, i happen upon its comfort. unhappy, this leaves room would that entail, if not death without infusion, the identical collapse already closed as travis passed sweetly unto death. every morning when i wake up, all i can think about is my death. opening, masochism whose safe-word is death. the deadness of beauty's slope-gender, and the death of slope-pronoun misery:death:anxiety:illness:sadness:oh yes:235713:0:sorrow:sadness:misery