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(would love to get response to some of this work; I realize there's a lot 
but I feel increasingly that I'm working at a dead-end)


miasmatic

http://www.alansondheim.org/miasmatic.png
http://www.alansondheim.org/miasmatic.mp4

miasma / asthmatic / what happens when the world falters,
architexture stutters / what happens when sex and

I occur, and I am lost in miasma, too many shapes and flickers,
my eyes settling into slope, equivalent to death, blank, beyond,
the asymptotic behavior of strange attractors, and the general
sexuality of miasma, no matter how much it was curtailed by that
very same writing. and what a slide, because also a harnessing,
withdrawal from the real; it's a miasma of the imaginary and
it's within the imaginary that virtual worlds - Broadcast: Your
object 'miasma' has been returned to your inventory lost and
found; I have brought a sense of miasma and sleaziness into the
perfection of least the dream or miasma of organism. You're my
heroin, caffeine, serotonin, cocaine, hash, alcohol, strychnine,
Your impossible connects my heroin, caffeine, serotonin,
cocaine, maintenance, management, and configuration which can
barely be the same, and no, there are no plans, just miasma, the
preferred viewpoint - like flesh in the midst it - you can't
when settling, you can't carry on, critique the world as a
displaced continuum, miasma of MIASME, sm. (g. miasma):
emanations curlicue miasma production death, both blank, beyond
theory and practice. Think otherwise, the asymptotic behavior of
strange attractors, and the general miasma of Legacy as my code
disappears. miasma, no matter how much it was curtailed by that
very same writing. And what a slide, because also a harnessing
and withdrawal from the real; it's a miasma of the imaginary and
it's within the imaginary that I have brought a sense of
sleaziness and abjection into the perfection of the dream or
miasma of organism. miasma, ghastly, sadness of ember sexuality,
broken hearts; images occur, and I am lost, miasmatic, too many
shapes and flickers, my eyes take my object
'pinkneatmiasmathing' returning to my inventory, blank, beyond,
settling into a landscape of slope and broke. from outer space
there must have been a flicker, miasma, surfeit of shapes, my
eyes take or spew barely in others, give connect dots digital
beyond, cause nothing changes, and i dream of drowning and
theoretical spew, ghastly, sadness ember sexuality, hearts; the
middle of adivided two, when settling into a landscape of slope
miasma, no matter how much it was curtailed, what a slide,
withdrawal from the real, linkage refused - linkage, death, both
blank, beyond the asymptotic behavior of strange attractors, the
general miasma of legacy, my code disappears -

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