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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: Jennifer says ("the other of letters")
Date: Thu, 3 Dec 2009 00:51:14 -0500 (EST)
Jennifer says ("the other of letters") Jennifer says: "its raining out and the interactions with recent death are inconceivable disasters - while cats and dogs come down like drops of tears, furious bones and breasts refuse to tell the rest of the tale, blood machine and broken bones." #<#Susie-Q#># i'm fine, a bit wet, but it's raining out antennas receiving the news of my not so recent death recent death of Dalvanius people involved in court cases and domestic war-god, kapu saddened by the news of the recent death of Dalvanius people recent death thoughts antennas receiving the news of my not so recent death recent death thoughts antennas receiving the news of my not so recent death antennas receiving the news of my not so recent death to sit by it. We observe cats and dogs acquiring the same second and sutras among bones and breasts and munged aminged and sutras among bones and breasts and munged aminged chews out arms and legs, bones and breasts, chews blood, tongues, blinds sutras among bones and breasts and munged aminged and sutras among bones and breasts and munged aminged mination. She's got the talent and the crew. She rarely goes down. You have heard the tales of white birds, wings from dawn to dusk. You have heard the tales of white birds, wings from dawn to dusk. of peace. Of what merit is the tale, then, which is hardly an expansion, just as if nature herself were telling the tale. And that this was a account then becomes the tale of a schoolboy or schoolgirl, possessing a ear to the tale. He said, "The hill has given the pen to the tale." I Fiona the long-lost love disappeared far before the tale begins, Jim used the tale as a way of deconstructing Empire in the guise of Language. F-eye-ona the tall-lost love that appeared far before the tale beg-eye-ns, You have heard the tales of white birds, wings from dawn to dusk. of peace. Of what merit is the tale, then, which is hardly an expansion, just as if nature herself were telling the tale. And that this was an instrument. insomnia, arousal and despair, broken bones, unutterable pain - say other of letters. It will not be beside the torn flesh or broken bones. It will there are no broken bones or carapaces. The crayfish is an uncanny animal.