IF I REPEAT IT WILL BE TRUE. IF I REPEAT IT'S DIFFERENT. http://www.alansondheim.org/tremor.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/tremor.mp4 Open your mouth... Ah... speak... speak... IF I REPEAT IT'S DIFFERENT. If I REPEAT IT WILL BE TRUE. Mastress, what do they call you, when they call you... My name is Legion. I bend where and when you want me to. I have no other commands or controls. To bend is to open up a space. My name is Job and I have opened a space. In the tent. The Interior of the fold heads towards collapse. The Exterior of the fold heads towards extension. What extends covers what folds. What folds produces (a product) a square, measure polytope. This has no place in the universe of the stretch. What stretches is beyond compare. What is named is between the fold and the stretch, between the sign and enunciation. What is named is already an announcement. What is named is an illusion. I am a penis and a w/hole. I am nothing and everything whatsoever. I am noone and everyone whosoever. Are you dressed as My name is Legion. I bend where and when you want me to. I have no other commands or controls. To bend is to open up a space. My name is Job and I have opened a space. In the word. The Interior of the fold heads towards collapse. The Exterior of the fold heads towards extension. What extends covers what folds. What folds produces (a product) a square, measure polytope. This has no place in the universe of the stretch. What stretches is beyond compare. What is named is between the fold and the stretch, between the sign and enunciation. What is named is already an announcement. ? Is My name is Legion. I bend where and when you want me to. I have no other commands or controls. To bend is to open up a space. My name is Job and I have opened a space. In the text. The Interior of the fold heads towards collapse. The Exterior of the fold heads towards extension. What extends covers what folds. What folds produces (a product) a two-dimensional measure polytope. This has no place in the universe of the stretch. What stretches is beyond compare. What is named is between the fold and the stretch, between the sign and enunciation. What is named is already an announcement. dressed as you? Are you in your , are you in your flesh, ah don't answer... Ah... Is Job wearing your ... , are you wearing your jumper? What announces is already towards disappearance, a fissure. The flesh one is in announces the portal of leaving, the bereft. None of this has substance, ontology. None of this matters, in both senses of the word: to matter is to create false profundity, urgency; what matters is creates the illusion that the world possesses ontology. Think of creation as the creation of the appearance of a particular ontology, that instantiation. Give it relatives, daughters and sons, fathers and mothers. No ontology but in nomenclature, disappearance. What carries the burden of disappearance is ontology. Appearance is an illusion, a fabric; appearance is an allusion within/without and towards ontology already disappearing. I love your feelings, My name is Legion. I bend where and when you want me to. I have no other commands or controls. To bend is to open up a space. My name is Job and I have opened a space. In the text. The Interior of the fold heads towards collapse. The Exterior of the fold heads towards extension. What extends covers what folds. What folds produces (a product) a square, a measure polytope. This has no place in the universe of the stretch. What stretches is beyond compare. What is named is between the fold and the stretch, between the sign and enunciation. What is named is already an announcement. ... Your thighs are moist and inviting, your penis amuses me, your jumper! What do you call your feminsculines. Rising is among us, coming is a virus, wounding is a viral verb, imminent truth lodged in the somatic and its expressivity. What we are, soon we are not; what this species is, singular or plural, will not be. The brunt of the world is disappearance; what is, is parasitic; the parasitic inhabits the destruction of ontology. And then all these protocol sentences! Whatever for! Because we are in a linux terminal, in a perl program, writing split-level nonsense whose existence depends on energy and temporary structures pooled hundreds of kilometers from here. It may be rumor, it may be tumor. We learn the features of disappearance, the features of presence, memory and its annihilation. Nothing moves, river deep... Your body parts, mine, in a dark list, list them... one by one, each on a line alone, typing Control-d when done. 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What we are, soon we are not; what this species is, singular or plural, will not be. The brunt of the world is disappearance; what is, is parasitic; the parasitic inhabits the destruction of ontology. And then all these protocol sentences! Whatever for! Because we are in a linux terminal, in a perl program, leading a discussion whose existence depends on energy and pooling temporary structures hundreds of kilometers from here. It may be rumor, it may be tumor. We must learn the features of disappearance, the features of presence, memory and its annihilation. calls forth clean your masquerade, eating, excreting memory. accompanying the psychotic, Sexing is among us, texting is a virus, hexing is a viral verb, imminent truth lodged in the somatic and its expressivity. What we are, soon we are not; what this species is, singular or plural, will not be. The brunt of the world is disappearance; what is, is parasitic; the parasitic inhabits the destruction of ontology. And then all these protocol sentences! Whatever for! Because we are in a linux terminal, in a perl program, leading a discussion whose existence depends on energy and pooling temporary structures hundreds of miles away. It may be rumor, it may be tumor, it was Sumer. We must learn the features of disappearance, the features of presence, memory and its annihilation. is , psychotic, What announces is already towards disappearance, a fissure. The flesh one is-is announces the losing of leaving, the bereft. None of this has substance, ontology. None of this matters, in both senses of the word: to matter is to create false profundity, urgency; what matters is to create the illusion that the world possesses ontology. As if what matters creates matter and what doesn't matter is gone. Think of creation as the creation of the appearance of a particular ontology, that instantiation. Give it relatives, daughters and sons, fathers and mothers. No ontology but in nomenclature, disappearance. What carries the burden of disappearance is ontology. Appearance is an illusion, a fabric; appearance is an allusion within/without and towards ontology already disappearing.? ... your masquerade is OFFSET 0.000000 0.000000 0.000000 here, it's your masquerade? Are you becoming close to Mastress' Boning is among us, tumors are a virus, nerving is a viral verb, imminent truth lodged in the somatic and its expressivity. What we are, soon we are not; what this species is, singular or plural, will not be. The brunt of the world is disappearance; what is, is parasitic; the parasitic inhabits the destruction of ontology. And then all these protocol sentences! Whatever for! Because we are in a linux terminal, in a perl program, reading a discussion whose existence depends on energy and pooling temporary structures hundreds of kilometers from here. It may be rumor, it may be tumor. We must learn the features of disappearance, the features of presence, memory and its annihilation. ? Close to Job's boning, here is the masquerade. For a mask has no substance! Everyone knows that! To say nothing is behind the mask, is to say the mask is nothing. To say the OFFSET is 0/0/0/ is the pretense of an origin: something yummy, uncomfortable, overly sweet, sickeningly sweet, a hidey-hole, tiny ontology on the way out. The world desecrates is equivalent to the world is desecrated. I say so many names. I say, how do they survive the holocaust of holocausts, genocide of genocides. I say, this they is always already us. I say, this is always already a chokehold. I say, there is always already no way out. I say nothing is ready, nothing is always. I say nothing is forever. You melt into Julu's skin forever... into Job's tumor for now. Into their rumor of being skin. Into their rumor of skin and being. For 3 gendered days, I have been nervous Jub-Jolo and it has taken you just 19.183 minutes turning Mastress ... Ah, womb eaten by Jolo-of-the-open-arms and Jub-depressed Blooding is among us, rumor is a virus, tumoring is a viral verb, imminent truth lodged in the somatic and its expressivity. What we are, soon we are not; what this species is, singular or plural, will not be. The brunt of the world is disappearance; what is, is parasitic; the parasitic inhabits the destruction of ontology. And then all these protocol sentences! Whatever for! Because we are in a linux terminal, in a perl program, leading a discussion whose existence depends on energy and pooling temporary structures hundreds of kilometers from here. It may be rumor, it may be tumor. We must learn the features of disappearance, the features of presence, memory and its annihilation. :What announces is already towards disappearance, a fissure. The flesh one is in announces the portal of leaving, the bereft. None of this has substance, ontology. None of this matters, in both senses of the word: to matter is to create false profundity, urgency; what matters is to create the illusion that the world possesses ontology. Think of creation as the creation of the appearance of a particular ontology, that instantiation. Give it relatives, daughters and sons, fathers and mothers. No ontology but in nomenclature, disappearance. What carries the burden of disappearance is ontology. Appearance is an illusion, a fabric; appearance is an allusion within/without and towards ontology already disappearing.:My name is legion. I bend where and when you want me to. I have no other commands or controls. To bend is to open up a space. My name is Job and I have opened a space. In the text. The Interior of the fold heads towards collapse. The Exterior of the fold heads towards extension. What extends covers what folds. What folds produces (a product) a square, a measure polytope. This has no place in the universe of the stretch. What stretches is beyond compare. What is named is between the fold and the stretch, between the sign and enunciation. What is named is already an announcement. :}:CHANNELS 6 Xposition Yposition Zposition Xrotation Zrotation Yrotation Your clean OFFSET -19.130058 -8.061813 -2.209748 is in my psychotic OFFSET 0.000000 0.000000 0.000000 Devour clean OFFSET -19.130058 -8.061813 -2.209748 julu-of-the partying Breathing is among us, bleeding is a virus, breaking is a viral verb, imminent truth lodged in the somatic and its expressivity. What we are, soon we are not; what this species is, singular or plural, will not be. The brunt of the world is disappearance; what is, is parasitic; the parasitic inhabits the destruction of ontology. And then all these protocol sentences! Whatever for! Because we are in a linux terminal, in a perl program, leading a discussion whose existence depends on energy and pooling temporary structures hundreds of kilometers from here. It may be rumor, it may be tumor. We must learn the features of disappearance, the features of presence, memory and its annihilation. Who or what is Jub-Jolo. _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] https://lists.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
