The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

April 26, 2016


the big floods. the bloods.

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floods. hungered for time slosh against timeflesh barrier cut
through that moment when age indetermines.

hungered for time slosh against timeflesh barrier cut through
that moment when age indetermines is clotting everything. -
closed. soaked. wrote. erased. smeared bodies.

wiped into the world. smeared into it. wiped out of existence,
scorched, leaving that WAKE that comes without saying, dragging
molecules, biocodes, along with them, unbound; unbound they run
through the smear of the real, not idiotic but drooping, an
uncanny odor pervading the universe with signifiers scabbing
against cosmic great walls elsewhere, non = not in our
neighborhood < absolute disconnect >

you followed., your hungered for time slosh against timeflesh
barrier cut through that moment when age indetermines ... the
flooding of names, soaking of things ...

_the doll spills._

closed. the meat closed. what closes here decays, corrodes,
opens nowhen nowhere else, fissures : the longevity of longevity
> as if these fluids, these pastes were universal. they're not.
theyy're grounded in our holes, our poles, pores, our skins.

effluvia. breathing in something. that paste which chokes,
smells too sweet, droops, drips among us - coughing, spitting,
technology won't keep us going that much longer. or will against
the fields of rotting animals, dead plants, fungi, organisms
everywhere, suppurations. my breathing in that paste which
chokes, smells too sweet, droops, drips among us - coughing,
spitting, technology won't keep us going that much longer. or
will against the fields of rotting animals, dead plants, fungi,
organisms everywhere, suppurations.  is your chemistry here.
uninitialized value at .juluold line 95, <STDIN> chunk 4.

closes. decays. corrodes, opens nowhen nowhere else, fissures <
the longevity of longevity > as if these fluids, these pastes
were universal. they're not. they're grounded in our holes, our
pores, our skins.  calls forth spit presence, hungered, making
things.

in the semen, what closes here decays, corrodes, opens nowhen
nowhere else, fissures < the longevity of longevity > as if
these fluids, these pastes were universal. they're not. they're
grounded in our holes, our pores, our skins.  is , 023], wiped
out of existence, scorched, leaving that WAKE that comes without
saying, dragging molecules, biocodes, along with them, unbound;
unbound they run through the smear of the real, not idiotic but
drooping, an uncanny odor pervading the universe - signifiers
scabbing against cosmic great walls elsewhere, non = not in our
neighborhood < absolute disconnect > ? ... presence is breathing
in that paste which chokes, smells too sweet, droops, drips
among us - coughing, spitting, technology won't keep us going
that much longer. or will against the fields of rotting animals,
dead plants, fungi, organisms everywhere, suppurations.  on wet
flesh, it's presence?

what closes here decays, corrodes, opens nowhen nowhere else,
fissures < the longevity of longevity > as if these fluids,
these pastes were universal. they're not. they're grounded in
our holes, our pores, our skins. ? the worst of us, us among us,
repellent, repellent!! your thing. your bloody thing. my thing.
my bloody thing.

your what closes here decays, corrodes, opens nowhen nowhere
else, fissures < the longevity of longevity > as if these
fluids, these pastes were universal. they're not. they're
grounded in our holes, our pores, our skins. your bloody thing.
your bloody bloody thing.

i swallow my bloody g thing.

:indignant regret found::..............................place
of:foreshadow..............................offended Your
hobgoblin dissolves my act as an
open..........rue..........anger! avatar with ideohydraulesis!
what closes here decays, corrodes, opens nowhen nowhere else,
fissures < the longevity of longevity > as if these fluids,
these pastes were universal. they're not. they're grounded in
our holes, our pores, our skins. :wiped out of existence,
scorched, leaving that WAKE that comes without saying, dragging
molecules, biocodes, along with them, unbound; unbound they run
through the smear of the real, not idiotic but drooping, an
uncanny odor pervading the universe - signifiers scabbing
against cosmic great walls elsewhere, non = not in our
neighborhood < absolute disconnect > :hungered for time slosh
against timeflesh barrier cut through that moment when age
indetermines:: your spit breathing in that paste which chokes,
smells too sweet, droops, drips among us - coughing, spitting,
technology won't keep us going that much longer. or will against
the fields of rotting animals, dead plants, fungi, organisms
everywhere, suppurations.  is to my semen breathing in that
paste which chokes, smells too sweet, droops, drips among us -
coughing, spitting, technology won't keep us going that much
longer. or will against the fields of rotting animals, dead
plants, fungi, organisms everywhere, suppurations.

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