Message-ID: <alpine.NEB.2.00.1008272324550.17213@panix1.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: Why Talk, Sondheim Sondheim
Date: Fri, 27 Aug 2010 23:25:46 -0400 (EDT)
Why Talk, Sondheim Sondheim |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| $ ytalk sondheim ------------------= YTalk version 3.3.0 =----------------------------- [Ringing sondheim...] [Waiting for connection...] ------------------= YTalk version 3.3.0 =----------------------------- ------------------= sondheim@panix1.panix.com =-------------------------- hello, these are dismal days, the country has lost its footing, no one knows where we're heading, we're ruddless, rudderless, i stay in nowadays it's like there's nowhere to go, the suffering of life isa clinamen for buddhism, i remember when there seemed to be a form of enterprise, magic, what you might call among oneselves, this social mediuam is lose when one speaks alone which always seems to be the case. sondheim i would fuck you, would swallow you hole, , fill your mouth with my cock, turn you inside out with the apc apocalypse of anguag o of anguish, you choke you choking you choking on your double bodies, these just the beginning of loss of skin and flesh and bones, you are not listening, you write as , no, you wwrite as a form of deliberate muteness, the violence of language, inherent language, becomes you, your eyes are fucked, ears are fucked, what what you have left is text, ou, pouring out, covering everythig with the murmur of the selves, of the self, it's singular, signu, sig, singularity, the absolute makes itself apparent just in the wings just off the stage in every form of speech, in every moment with in every moment when it goes on just this form of signing no one else is required, it brands selves, it scars what's left of the body, ripples the mememe, this self-fucking is this self-fucking s this self-fucking gnaaws away at the skein of the bodyy, sun-particles transform its age, speech of engagement, of this there is none, i swallow such swallow such piss of mine, such shit, my s my body is replaced by its severence, debris, chokes on its vomit of debric of debris nothing when w when writing is swallowed nothing is swallowed when writing is vomitted nothing is vmoited $ Message from Talk_Daemon@panix1.panix.com at 23:03 ... $ talk: connection requested by sondheim@panix1.panix.com. talk: respond with: talk sondheim@panix1.panix.com $ $ [Waiting for connection...] ------------------= YTalk version 3.3.0 =----------------------------- what you have left is text, ou, pouring out, covering everythig with the murmur of the selves, of the self, it's singular, signu, sig, singularity, it brands selves, it scars what's left of the body, ripples the mememe, this self-fucking is this self-fucking s this self-fucking gnaaws away at the skein of the bodyy, sun-particles transform its age, speech of engagement, of this there is none, i swallow nothing when w when writing is swallowed nothing is swallowed ---------------= sondheim@panix1.panix.com =-------------------------- no, you wwrite as a form of deliberate muteness, the violence of language, inherent language, becomes you, your eyes are fucked, ears are fucked, what the absolute makes itself apparent just in the wings just off the stage in every form of speech, in every moment with in every moment when it goes on just this form of signing no one else is required, such of debris |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Message from Talk_Daemon@panix1.panix.com at 23:03 ... talk: connection requested by sondheim@panix1.panix.com. talk: respond with: talk sondheim@panix1.panix.com [Waiting for connection...] ----------------------------= YTalk version 3.3.0 =----------------------------- what you have left is text, ou, pouring out, covering everythig with the murmur of the selves, of the self, it's singular, signu, sig, singularity, it brands selves, it scars what's left of the body, ripples the mememe, this self-fucking is this self-fucking s this self-fucking gnaaws away at the skein of the bodyy, sun-particles transform its age, speech of engagement, of this there is none, i swallow nothing when w when writing is swallowed nothing is swallowed -------------------------= sondheim@panix1.panix.com =-------------------------- no, you wwrite as a form of deliberate muteness, the violence of language, inherent language, becomes you, your eyes are fucked, ears are fucked, what the absolute makes itself apparent just in the wings just off the stage in every form of speech, in every moment with in every moment when it goes on just this form of signing no one else is required, such swallow such piss of mine, such shit, my s my body is replaced by its severence, debris, chokes on its vomit of debric of debris when writing is vomitted nothing is vmoited $ k7% ytalk sondheim ----------------------------= YTalk version 3.3.0 =----------------------------- [Waiting for connection...] ----------------------------= YTalk version 3.3.0 =----------------------------- inherent language, becomes you, your eyes are fucked, ears are fucked, what the absolute makes itself apparent just in the wings just off the stage in every form of speech, in every moment with in every moment when it goes on just this form of signing no one else is required, such swallow such piss of mine, such shit, my s my body is replaced by its severence, debris, chokes on its vomit of debric of debris when writing is vomitted nothing is vmoited -------------------------= sondheim@panix1.panix.com =-------------------------- skin and flesh and bones, you are not listening, you write as , what you have left is text, ou, pouring out, covering everythig with the murmur of the selves, of the self, it's singular, signu, sig, singularity, it brands selves, it scars what's left of the body, ripples the mememe, this self-fucking is this self-fucking s this self-fucking gnaaws away at the skein of the bodyy, sun-particles transform its age, speech of engagement, of this there is none, i swallow nothing when w when writing is swallowed nothing is swallowed |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||