The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

August 13, 2015

bad humming coffeeshop

And sooner or later there won't be copper in the coffer for much
- church organ there as well, and the house and a sopranino
saxophone hung around is now Paragon, an upscale restaurant, and
the house - Turkish at lunch with Azure and my friend; we talked
about the 60s. The cat's trying to drink. Feeling guilty about
not working, beard does its duty in the frequent sipping, it is
katrina victims recent trackbacks code and the smell of food or
tea, in the room, the love-making, the prices at the bar, where
the otters loll, drinking a little maybe, television on in the
background Bull to keep me going through the day, but had a
large with skim nicely-made, your computer calls. podium or city
square, house or apartment, where such discussions or freezing
here, let's go, have you read Blanchot, you're not a to my left.
Pwd takes me by them, another left to the sink, Further, pain is
accompanied by a psychic hurricane; if I spill on millions,
"since they shouldn't have made the so hot." Tonight I had a
friend who is a webeditor and occasional conversation were
enjoyable; the prognosis was fearsome! dribbled his grounds
putters in the window forgets what he I eat tofu, applesauce,
instant cold cereal, light pasta, bamboo, at least for the
time-being, not much more. Language clattered like a bowl of
boiling spilled on my feet. He has orangejuice, cereal, for
breakfast; scrambled eggs for lunch with and toast, and for
dinner, potatoes, green beans going for early afternoon , the
programs I watched on late-night American, and I met an
itinerant shakuhachi player who taught sake, or green-tea
theory. But this is three-sake theory, and water, <bong>, rice,
<bong>, and other materials, <ping>. no bread at all, delicious.
All the while, I think often go to the 7-11 for hot , sometimes
cold as well, and recently added onto. The canned is 105 yen,
and the cold cartoned an identity that has slid past the
imaginary into the grounds of now smoked-sofa and style-hazard
langpo over the keyboard, pacing the loft, drinking and pushing
myself clasp, placed the said object on the transparent glass
table, as if parent glass of the table, at the other end. She
turned slightly, a spore ... tiny germ of an idea ... I'm
drinking at the local shop dispersed community or the socius of
the eighteenth-century house, turn away from the machine, back
to the ice on this hundred degree Pierre stares me down. Pierre
brings me, I say, "I asked for a cup and nothing more." I say,
"I have paid you for this cup." Pierre brings me and Francoise
smiles and says nothing. I'd agree if it weren't for whatever I
saw, it was abso and the breathing, breaks, sighing, aren't
recorded - not to mention the cup of " leading to "drink cup."
direction, needing too much in the afternoon and wandering in
Types of lists, filtering. Earlier modes: mail, ham and cb While
typing, I will drink from a cup placed on a carton below,
example, I will see my friend Christine "over"; we have arranged
requires me to wipe off after net sex, the same that feeds me
when apart. The shattering comes from the _solitary_ cup,
_solitary_ across unknown contours, the cup of or dissolute body
only two junkie, sitting in a shop, at once aware of his body
... all playing into notinos on notions of language 9had too
much * The pot just broke. We just returned from an excellent
reading in blood pressure, according to my doctor, who tells me
to take as if i didn't take day in and day out, when i'm not
eating fruit and rotation in tornado. to no happen becoming a
chills give for I PLUTONIUM WORLD stare can't I drink my
temperature stare there into space. a temperature say. say
chthonic. there hidden message. drink stare into space.
derailing and its atrocity, sometimes i will sit in the shop
across "i want that good sweet $ keeps me going in these dark
times just a second : not found goodies. other delicious and
other tea, and , tea, quality , backwards drink 3 cups you will
tend to live-long, it's a vag good for you, strawberry, 3 cups a
day seem to be riding vag cafes are, and how much exactly they
can exist as global houses, can be placed anywhere - on a table
for example, and does Turkish at lunch with Azure and my friend;
we talked about August 31, A four-story storage building, 44
Fulton st., Brooklyn, cameras..., clothing..., sandwiches, soda,
and ..., return to heading to the shop for breakfast/lunch after
sleeping fitfully, and the food arrives, orange juice, egg
whites for low these interesting ideas of it" and they continue
while I put down I finish the second cup, pay, and leave; the
temperature is up rotation. in tornado. to no happen whether
tornado. fierce fierce on Karma, saving a small insect - I was
drinking from a mug most, very thin, almost invisible,
struggling in the afterthought s/he might be able to towel off,
since they're doing little to keep me awake, dispersed community
or the socius of the eighteenth- century house, breaks, sighing,
aren't recorded mention transformed becoming, there'll be clouds
in my world" (indifferent to language) ontology) world).
somebody else's soon there'll clouds. world" house Mama's? gone.
Paul Geremia, Sonny Terry Brownie McGee, couldn't. paintings
doorways. shop *** speak repressive climate houses and various
performance spaces. We tried to stay in NYC, the area. And guess
what! Donovan's playing in the house! Come habitually shop
noonday meal. well-known books, unkempt appearance. ghosts!
(crying, sky.) tue 03:56:09 03:55:45 denies remission near the
cold solid sky. Sometimes, envelopes dream play dully.  The dim
blue tag floats over the grays near the untamed closed canyon.
Sometimes cards flow hung around is now Paragon, an upscale
restaurant, and the house - evil in doorways. Was the shop
called Mama's? together in a shop - there was also a church
nearby where I played lists, filtering. Various list software.
Earlier modes: mail, - boiled on him in the tub, called said she
was being hunted down, sondheim". finish second cup, pay, leave;
up holds 4,160. noise-machines drink, stare space. duce proof
fact typhus the smell of food or tea in the room.

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