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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: Birdsong
Date: Sat, 11 May 2013 03:59:46 -0400 (EDT)
Birdsong Or are you her You go in her Carla Aurora Colorado or her or her or her and her uncle or her or her and her are her or her or her or her or her or her or herher Are you and Shane Shane Shane Are you in an you and her are her and her Are you in an you and her are her and her Are you in an you and her are her and her [ I write this. I invent nothing. I am known for nothing. I have no cleverness. Those sayings aren't mine. I have no product. I have no product plan. I am not an entrepreneur. I have no marketing affinity. I cannot replace all you know about something with something else revolutionary. I am tossed. Today I noted my neural twitches come more often. Today I noted whether something revolves clockwise or anti-clockwise depends on the location of the observer. I am too late for personal genetic engineering. I shall die sooner than most of my age group. The very stress that threatens to bind me to the world will kill me. I worry constantly about my partner. I cry over the smallest most vulnerable specks of the world. Or are you her, Carla Aurora Colorado, or her or her or her, and her, are her, and her. ]