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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: Whirrled:Machine
Date: Sun, 13 Sep 2009 05:36:55 -0400 (EDT)
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Jennifer's fallen down and wet her panties. the cat's wet the catbox, i've wet myself, the ceiling's dripping, walls are soaked, floor's a big puddle, is it sex or armageddon? i think the latter, nothing could be as unpleasant as catastrophe, not even an imaginary grounded in fundamental corrosion. long live the fuckers, i say, knowing they'll die tomorrow.:: Your detergents spew of eyeballs and armbones spew of skulls and thread-bones spew of cockcunts and earnose spew of smelltaste and sundries. oh for the sundries of Jennifer! says Jennifer says I! n a lake a pond a ocean. a ocean a unpleasant one. nothing sounds in water but water. i swallow Jennifer sound and the fishies and thingies crawling. effluvia cries out to be heard! the whimpering! the mewling! the howling! the crying! the murmuring! but most of all the howling! the mewling! the whimpering and the crying! most of all! is in my saliva spew of eyeballs and armbones spew of skulls and thread-bones spew of cockcunts and earnose spew of smelltaste and sundries. oh for the sundries of Jennifer! says Jennifer says I! n a lake a pond a ocean. a ocean a unpleasant one. nothing sounds in water but water. i swallow Jennifer sound and the fishies and thingies crawling. effluvia cries out to be heard! the whimpering! the mewling! the howling! the crying! the murmuring! but most of all the howling! the mewling! the whimpering and the crying! most of all! it's soaking wet here. Jennifer's fallen down and wet her panties. the cat's wet the catbox, i've wet myself, the ceiling's dripping, walls are soaked, floor's a big puddle, is it sex or armageddon? i think the latter, nothing could be as unpleasant as catastrophe, not even an imaginary grounded in fundamental corrosion. long live the fuckers, i say, knowing they'll die tomorrow. it's soaking wet here. Jennifer's fallen down and wet her panties. the cat's wet the catbox, i've wet myself, the ceiling's dripping, walls are soaked, floor's a big puddle, is it sex or armageddon? i think the latter, nothing could be as unpleasant as catastrophe, not even an imaginary grounded in fundamental corrosion. long live the fuckers, i say, knowing they'll die tomorrow. is clotting everything. - Your stitch is soaked, written, erased. - Consider the next smearing of your thinking skin. Your cloth should be wiped into existence? they'll die tomorrow, wiped out, soaked existence carried away into oceans inside oceans, did you know that? every ocean harbors its children, its seeds, there's nowhere else for them to go, they sit there, hugely, maverick. the world's ending in contamination, waters glow, die out with a fizz, not even a whimper. bodies boil, skin sloughs, everyone's fucking inside or outside dry land, Jennifer's shots are called. I Consider the following again, your it's soaking wet here. Jennifer's fallen down and wet her panties. the cat's wet the catbox, i've wet myself, the ceiling's dripping, walls are soaked, floor's a big puddle, is it sex or armageddon? i think the latter, nothing could be as unpleasant as catastrophe, not even an imaginary grounded in fundamental corrosion. long live the fuckers, i say, knowing they'll die tomorrow. ... Jennifer's churning a baby ocean, she's thrown up everyone she ate this morning, skulls ad scokets galore. they lie at her feat in a stream a storm a river. they lie at her feet n a lake a pond an ocean. when you fuck here you fuck inside out and you wait for the drowning. when the drownig comes you fuck outside in and you're spit out, shit out, somewhere there's a baby ocean just for you. don't i repeat myself, Jennifer, says Jennifer. Your Jennifer's churning a baby ocean, she's thrown up everyone she ate this morning, skulls ad scokets galore. they lie at her feat in a stream a storm a river. they lie at her feet n a lake a pond an ocean. when you fuck here you fuck inside out and you wait for the drowning. when the drownig comes you fuck outside in and you're spit out, shit out, somewhere there's a baby ocean just for you. don't i repeat myself, Jennifer, says Jennifer. is mine, my it's soaking wet here. Jennifer's fallen down and wet her panties. the cat's wet the catbox, i've wet myself, the ceiling's dripping, walls are soaked, floor's a big puddle, is it sex or armageddon? i think the latter, nothing could be as unpleasant as catastrophe, not even an imaginary grounded in fundamental corrosion. long live the fuckers, i say, knowing they'll die tomorrow. is yours! List more and more effluvia one by one, each on a line alone, typing Control-d when done. spew of eyeballs and armbones spew of skulls and thread-bones spew of cockcunts and earnose spew of smelltaste and sundries. oh for the sundries of Jennifer! says Jennifer says I! n a lake a pond a ocean. a ocean a unpleasant one. nothing ssounds in water but water. i swallow Jennifer sound and the fishies and thingies crawling. effluvia cries out to be heard! the whimpering! the mewling! the howling! the crying! the murmuring! but most of all the howling! the mewling! the whimpering and the crying! most of all! 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Are you satisfied with your Jennifer's churning a baby ocean, she's thrown up everyone she ate this morning, skulls ad scokets galore. they lie at her feat in a stream a storm a river. they lie at her feet n a lake a pond an ocean. when you fuck here you fuck inside out and you wait for the drowning. when the drownig comes you fuck outside in and you're spit out, shit out, somewhere there's a baby ocean just for you. don't i repeat myself, Jennifer, says Jennifer.? Jennifer's churning a baby ocean, she's thrown up everyone she ate this morning, skulls ad scokets galore. they lie at her feat in a stream a storm a river. they lie at her feet n a lake a pond an ocean. when you fuck here you fuck inside out and you wait for the drowning. when the drownig comes you fuck outside in and you're spit out, shit out, somewhere there's a baby ocean just for you. don't i repeat myself, Jennifer, says Jennifer. and 28240 and 13529 - another entity named and made! 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