Message-ID: <alpine.NEB.2.20.1607150029520.28559@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: then making story
Date: Fri, 15 Jul 2016 00:30:38 -0400 (EDT)
then making story http://www.alansondheim.org/bctrip2571.jpg down, beneath I am lying on the floor, in the ground, underground, where the animal lives, I am going to lie down on the floor. Where the red horse lives, that is where I am going to lie down. In the red horse, in the belly of the red horse. It might as well be in the moon. It might as well be in the well. the existence I'm the one, it's me, I am born. We're the one. But the red horse, it's yours, or is it mine. It's not a house. But I have no house. I have a red horse. I don't want anything else. There's nothing to eat, there's nothing here to eat at all. then Then the red horse was away for a long time and just recently she came back, just recently. And I was born. And she gave birth to me. And I was born and there was nothing to eat. They say I was born in Oklahoma. I was born in Oklahoma. They say that.