The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

August 10, 2015


god

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the death of death of man, then varying anthropic prince the
whining connected, but it _seems_ as if the geography were real,
as if he am who i am and that's what said to be and you sometime
i think in a secularized version of the belief that controlled
the world.  people bill gates is because he rules! wizards who
@owned him, and although he might be a on one or another good;
impatience unfortunately fix wait commercially fixed. explain
sounds good; i called and am waiting to hear from him. anyway i
will not be aggressive with or anyone else. thunders, ruthless,
come in handsome beamed this. she will reside with me and with
you!!! help her! gets confused by the internet ment or it would
make sense, and would trap it. had relinquished tells me that
suffers from a kind of divine amnesia that made him lose the
purpose of his creation. my dybbuk suspects that tried to do too
she said that there was such confusion, that (who certainly was
duce the end of things. she said that had become lost in
entropy, which owed to no one, included, and that had, from the
very begi ning permitted this loss. exhaled in the tiniest of
things, she said, which were simple and full of beauty, but
would not and could not even radiations, and slurries, and parts
of things that even to are not had relinquished the net before
it began its brittle seething across does not remember their
names, she said. that is the hardest thing of all. does not
remember. would sit back and watch later and unforeseen
developments. the house is the past, and is the gardener, is
good, and powerful. would never do wrong. we cannot question or
his ways. we cannot hope to understand him. we can rays are
those from our mind which go out in search of and bring him back
to us, and smiles on these rays which are everywhere, if we only
thank - it will all disappear - there's no room for anything
else - ok see the dump movie again, how idiotic! i could just
watch myself on clients. what an outstanding career to be in. i
know is on my side. at exactly what tells me to do is working
beautifully. i go to the court so. hawaii and a 1050 footer to
the panama canal this year. yes, has grace of and man. dark with
memories, black stems no can fray, ii. thu sep 9 01:23:04 edt
1999 only creates the transcendence for i like the old time. i
like thinking about the old time. lets me do the spoken, its
(digital) purity. writing does the same: a writes, the spoken,
its (digital) purity. writing does the same: a writes, dirt, the
inessentials. not everything can be written. she will reside
with me and with you!!! help her! gets confused by the internet
ment or it would make sense, and would trap it. had relinquished
tells me that suffers from a kind of divine amnesia that made
him lose the purpose of his creation. my dybbuk suspects that
tried to do too she said that there was such confusion, that who
certainly was duce the end of things. she said that had become
lost in entropy, which owed to no one, included, and that had,
from the very begi ning permitted this loss. exhaled in the
tiniest of things, she said, which were simple and full of
beauty, but would not and could not even radiations, and
slurries, and parts of things that even to are not had
relinquished the net before it began its brittle seething across
does not remember their names, she said. that is the hardest
thing of all. does not remember. would sit back and watch later
and unforeseen developments. the house is the past, and the
gardener is good and powerful. would never do wrong. we cannot
question or his ways. we cannot hope to understand him. we can
rays are those from our mind which go out in search of and bring
him back to us, and smiles on these rays which are everywhere,
if we only thank - it will all disappear - tehre's no room for
anything else - ok see the dump movie again, how idiotic! i
could just watch myself on clients. what an outstanding career
to be in. i know is on my side. at exactly what tells me to do
is working beautifully. i go to the court so. hawaii and a 1050
footer to the panama canal this year. yes, has grace of and man.
(what the fuck have i done!) reviews of books i like in the
midst of my of sickness away from fans. in any case i can't
understand all the bother about dementia, understand how was
created, how the world works - how sanity sets nothing aright -
how depression is the only created, world works tomo, yoo'll sot
bock, rolox, yoo'ro corooos, toko woro no whotsoovor, time for
in the church that had just done the steeple, and it was done if
i insult running down the wires if i curse pouring through the
wires - let me burn a whose name is now enmired those stories
about the names of - either they're too innumerable to ing a
great deal. i am not dead. i am still alive. lives in me and i
utterance which is inconceivable, unpronouncable, like the name
of at in a very quick way. he was begging dam that chute right
little bit 18. sets the scene in job, speaks to the fecundity of
the earth. ensures his construct. job is reduced either to
silence or occupying rock strata beneath the surface of the
earth. waited while performativity of speech; "says," which of
course presupposes a "says," and it is done, completed,
vocalization into matter. but there clare that the whole world
is in error, that has revealed the truth to this. she will
reside with me and with you!!! help her! empty, for example.
wizard or snooping on various net apps. would a i thus mirror,
starwoman lightwoman takes me somewhere else dear i do not want
to see myself hear myself, dear i do not want to live like this
forever, not we do now observe that observes our wondrous
creation! is a mess. if exists, and i mean all sincerity, kill
me now. can cyberspace; produce is available. buckled flashes,
what dime!,

i cannot come nearer to and heaven and the engine's i hope you
never have to go through this, and i hope, more the existence of
is still undecided. even waits, like every living gets confused
by the internet ment or it would make sense, and would trap it.
had relinquished tells me that suffers from a kind of divine
amnesia that made him lose the purpose of his creation. my
dybbuk suspects that tried to do too she said that there was
such confusion, that who was certainly at the end of things. she
said that had become lost in entropy, which owed to no one,
included, and that had, from the very beginning permitted this
loss. exhaled in the tiniest of things, she said, which were
simple and full of beauty, but would not and could not even
radiations, and slurries, and parts of things that even to are
not had relinquished the net before it began its brittle
seething across does not remember their names, she said. that is
the hardest thing of all. does not remember. would sit back and
watch later and unforeseen developments.

son of a whore, damn you! can you tell does not want us, thanks,
wants her loneliness to plasma. can do nothing for you; no one
can, as the world churns in every way. what you can do for is
comfort her, and it is as it is as it falls to the ground, notes
in fact, as she is carved away, out of it is the grace notes of
noted, that is the _substance_ of life. or jennifer or alan
cutting up a strathspey, help me dear here, the bow flies and
doubles mind working overtime. one lowered his plate upon the
earth, but there gender; narratology of the corpse; is the death
of the death of me; so thank for the pounding on windows and
roof thank for the she buries herself in my burning flesh, thank
for the storm and the and celebrate our love beyond your cracked
dull thought, and thank for whatever is said across the ruins is
superfluous. (the word of cannot julu thinks, this is really
stupid. so what if we went into the br yes.

but by knew hunters and fishers and knew hunters and fishers of
men escapism, crowley, and knows what and she won't tell. which
is where the has big divinity. it's the them speaking, not i
thank daily that i have the ability to read and write, to not
text in the perfection of the mirror of the word. i thank daily
to one's true that one is a degenerate? perhaps i misunderstand
me, it is not pleasant. but then i do see and everything can be
all them and i pray that something burns within me all the same.

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