Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.64.1002191235240.19329@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: what i meant to say was
Date: Fri, 19 Feb 2010 12:35:36 -0500 (EST)
what i meant to say was Trying to make a piece out of my twitterings, god I have nothing to give the world but my brain to science (hopefully after death). Send me money for why. Maybe I make big book listening to T'boli chant and instrument, about professors and irs haters killing spree american empire downfall. Oh lord, what's happening, i go onto this and suddenly there's this request, no idea how to fill it, wish i could do some tricky stuff here TODAY I WILL NOT BE DEPRESSED! (promise broken :-( Fear of death mingled w/sex. nightmare. trying to get my digital work archived before i'm (im)properly dead. I HATE BEING AN "HISTORICAL" FIGURE - screw my past work! and if everyone sends me $18000, I'll have what? well, this didn't go anywhere; I didn't get a cent. Have to try something new... if everyone who follows me sends me $ I will have $300 however if everyone sends $300 I will have $18000, enough to live on for a year! Thanx. but there's uglyfruit again for us and all is not lost. Why does everyone in the Winter Olympics require "redemption"? the ch'in (guqin) may be older than I thought, back to the Ming; reading about the Rwanda genocide; NY Times depressing editorial... I need 900 followers. Why? Why? Why? i think will sleep later. too much psychological debris...