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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: . . . Study this God.
Date: Mon, 25 Dec 2017 18:22:58 -0500 (EST)
. . . Study this God. http://www.alansondheim.org/study3.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/study.mp4 http://www.alansondheim.org/study4.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/study6.jpg . . . Are you studying in order to learn something. I wish you were shaking in fear. I was shaking so hard I could not believe but I was going to comply with his request. Why are you making a vain attempt to warn them. They become more in danger. It rains too hard to go out. Should he persisted in his design, she thought he was gone. . . . I know I have to speak now. We always carry money on us when we were calling out to you with all our might, you are running to hide yourself behind the boards. God why did you have to hide yourself. When you approach the dogs would bark or growl at him. Your dramas were plotted with rapture. Where are formed of your Princess is. Where is your Princess. . . . You rose to us about that affair God, but it was too late. You sound your horse quickly. Then they went into an alley. In the alley we don't know what happened. But it got buried the money according to your orders. Well dig it out now. Dear God I will call at your house tomorrow. Whether or not you care. I will let you know what it's like to digest with your betters. You accompany him back to our house by and by. No matter what should happen to him. I will give you everything if you pay for it. Dear God will give you everything if you pay for it. I will spare the branch but for my own ruin. You got our misery. You got our mimickry. You God or mimickry. Dear God look at the hour you must go away. You may have nothing to do with us. We have nothing to do with you. . . . You will accompany God back to his house by and by. For fear any God should be tried. She should not be tried. You shouldn't bear false witness against God the neighbor. As soon as we see God he will reproach us with her imprudence. We will give it to God if God will pay for it. Let me be quiet I must study do you understand Maine. Do you understand Missouri. . . . Let her consider at least that I can't behave the way she does. Let her be turned out from doors without any more ado. Let us get rid of God. Take the glass and give him something to drink. Make haste do. T get on. Did you figure the slave would ever say enough of heavy chains. It wouldn't be surprising if you want. God succeeded in this period. He ordered the attack to start on the left. Where disagreed with God. To get on. We were forsaken by false gods one after the other. All weighed one way or another with false cards. This gentleman and gentlewoman nearly believed in God in earnest. . . . Should we have waited until the escutcheons were dragged in the kennels. . . . We are going to leave you now. You should know there's a secret before I leave this country. We won't tell you what the secret is, God. Would to God I had begun text earlier. You acted unfairly and I will tell you to your face God you acted unfairly and I will tell you to your face God, waiting for your age. I should be even now plunged in misery. Cutting edge. I would be in Missouri, cutting hedges. . . . I have killed myself had I not been restrained by the remembrance of God. Have I not been restrained by the memory of God. No God can sing. I have hard that song sung. I have heard that song sung. . . . A man should always be afraid and fly. A woman should never be afraid and fly. He said she answered instantly. God never answered anything. You want God, have never sang a song. You're gonna have never sung a song. I think I would have heard that song sung. I want profit by your error. It's my turn to speak God. I can't speak to you more harshly unless I should pick a quarrel with you. Nevertheless I didn't doubt but you would consent to it. Once I was basking in the sun like you. . . . I was basking in the sun like you. . . . I could not refrain from atoning for your sins. When you went out in the evening how far did God accompany you. We're not to walk. The door shut at 6:30. Where the doors are atoning for your sins. . . . Don't cry my child, be quiet. . . .