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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: the stories of interiors and bifurcations
Date: Mon, 2 May 2016 19:21:48 -0400 (EDT)
the stories of interiors and bifurcations http://www.alansondheim.org/bifurcation.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/interiors1.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/interiors2.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/interiors3.jpg volume's a sickness: there are no things but interiors, or do they possess a bifurcation which remains irretrievable in the divide, and its access to interiors and exteriors? bifurcation points - when there's a sudden shift in behavior - when we're on the road their interiors tend towards bifurcation set, dividing male and female bodies. you know that. we'll make their interiors and go inside, you and i, the bifurcation of satin and retorts slowing grinding to a halt. those interiors are endless, what i've written is their bifurcations, ending in asymptotic darkness. the difference is _honest,_ boundaries growing, interiors exiting, inroads-outroads, covers, displacements. it all returns. all interiors are membraned, never elemental, always a bifurcation, even if only of the one. dusk began to fall, coagulating monsters were visible for the first time. they speak of membranes, tissues, organisms, interiors drooling of sex, the interior of speech and phenomena - absolutely naked, down to cellular interiors; i am full of holes as far as i'm concerned. copula. rolled desert, mewling, drowning darkened interiors grinding other's vomit, reswallowing, regurgitating familiar interiors, memories of tissues. new membranes and interiors. new conical objects. new objects. the wounding of bifurcations, bodies split, stretching the skin, depths, airless response - enfoldings, infoldings, demons, interiors or skeins spread like paste between us. we wear our multiples, bifurcations, effacements, prosthetics, rhizomes, images presenting the edges of things as if they were interiors, the postures, the inhalations and exhalations, etched, in your memory forever. there's no way out. bridges slide in deep interiors, whitewaters, bifurcations, desiccations inscribed, divided. interiors: invasions. members: invasions. the only thing that happens, is _steam._ interiors spread like paste between us. biogenetics smooths bifurcation happens, _steam,_ stretched, swollen, distended interiors, all glistening, reflecting your interior, bifurcations, your interior bifurcations. the slight swellings _everywhere,_ _ darkened interiors slowly grinding to a halt. the debris of the real. then explored and unexplored. then knotted interiors. then bifurcations. the _knotted._ the _sheave-skin, sheave-organism._ they_ have no limits. _they_ secrete interiors, exteriors. _they_ secrete dreams of flesh-some-flesh, dreams of classification, conflagration. when were they made. who made them. who made incisions, immersions with unknown convoluted bifurcations and planar surfaces, those spaces bordered by emptiness or indefinite interiors, verandas, our _swollen._ organs passing _through._ through borderlining clara says, bifurcations, they're not smoothed. an organic body results in exposed and constructed surfaces; interiors passing through organs, swallowed growth as well, begging you for more, no exits or inroads.
