cryosurgery epicycle, blowpipes in tackless outre
trackless outre!!
gugurang bathala you have scattered the wheelie bells
form mine yold pinyapyap lodestone
how many naked glow-in-the-dark GI Jane Crystal mohawk dolls
with pop-out gugurang bathala eyes
can i get in my vibrating Witchy Poo Face Massage Satchel
before Security stops me??
Aum Shinrikyo
reportedly paid a Russian official approximately $100,000 for the blueprints
for this plant, but a 27-year-old
cult member by the name of Kazuyoshi Takizawa has also been credited with being
the facility's chief
designer. The sarin plant, known as Satyan 7, was erected at a cost of $10
million on the Mount Fuji
compound. The entrance of Satyan 7 was a shrine that disguised the facility's
real purpose. Above a huge
styrofoam statue of the head of Shiva was the Room of Genesis, chocked with
tanks holding nerve gas
precursor chemicals. Behind Shiva was a two-story distillation column. Further
into the building were three
laboratories, a computer control center, and the fabrication area with its five
reactors, injectors, piping,
wiring, and heating. The equipment was corrosion-resistant Hastelloy,
well-suited for making chemical
warfare agents. The fifth reactor in this suite was state-of-the-art-a $200,000
Swiss-built, fully
computerized model with automatic temperature and injection controls plus
analytical and record keeping
features. The product from this reactor was piped to an industrial packaging
machine that deposited the
specified amount of liquid into nylon polyethelene bags, which were then
heat-sealed.
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good to see you here NF.
lq
- Original Message -
From: notfrog
To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.WVU.EDU
Sent: Friday, September 08, 2006 2:54 PM
Subject: ebola mayari
cryosurgery epicycle, blowpipes in tackless outre
mussy - bathala
gugurang, bathala
aquivers; still-standing trademark looking, this windless emoticat (this
solemn palm
this wireman sum carnauba (tranced calm, above approval)
the lime-green glow of the sterile blonde
regulus aghas
horse-stealer (whinnyizer)
your roentgenographic beam
- Original Message -
From: phanero
To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.WVU.EDU
Sent: Friday, September 08, 2006 11:11 AM
Subject: No Tranced Calm Is Thine, Solemn Palms Above, Unwoo'd of Windlass, Sum
and Glory of All Things
Your picture, Stranger, of the king and statesman, no less
than of the Sophist, is quite perfect. ~Plato, final line of the Politikos.
Simple and frictionless unio,
Miss Tikka Oannes Helictites
composes the luciferase grotto's
as if..
Omphalotus olearius
sub Don Juan
dressed by Borecole
in sleepy hollow
were a pincushion Diomedes
spoke {de regressu animae}:
He sprang from his characteriot, and his l'armour
rang
'dagwood'
so fiercely about his bodhi that heaven
a brave man
might well have
been scared
to hear it
air
good bast or yarn-
armour rang
so fiercely about his bodiomedes-
-messy
--biomedias
noseless, noiseless
in the Villa Hadriana
or
Dunglison's suck of marrow mirth
is also penis-telescope-nose
whose head-cactus as cuicalli
must burn forever
in the inky empty starlohm as-as
There's a sucker borne on ev'ry minute
Even (ing) construction(s) its creation [2],
{H}And the Grotspel's, Sin truth thou an Arab
which increased since 'twas mine, which
the whole what with or fat Cathay, like a bard, an imbrogel, signs
and perhaps the fashion, XX, the thing, they lose morals,
still I may exist, a goodly foffof calculation until her turn
snows, br' white ice and mercury chandilier beards hide
the hive, honeyed dead girls in hexagon newspaper faces
will murmur through the edges, the liminal edges
whose undulating razors, red hot with blind alphabetes
apollonicon
the steaming songs of reason,
Aut Diabolus
aut Nihil,
she reels knot
in the sturm of
warring waords,
Pasionaria of fill-foot,
the nonce hoard
of the winnow doe
that stood on a dark
all-too-full in bud.
