Breaking of Speech in Gritworld http://www.alansondheim.org/ourspectre.png http://www.alansondheim.org/ourspectre.mp4 "meditation is to enter without a place to enter; wisdom is to depend on nothing" - Hui-neng, from the inscription by Wang Wei, in The Platform Sutra of the Sixth Patriarch, the text of the Tun-Huang manuscript, edited/translated by Philip Yampolsky. Ah... speak... speak... Travis, what do they call you, when they call you... Travis-TraviS depressed, silence and debris, the gritworld, induction Are you dressed as silence and debris, the gritworld, induction? Is silence and debris, the gritworld, induction dressed as you? Are you in your flower, are you in your flesh, ah don't answer... Ah gritworld tears my flesh, lacerations, no cicatrix, raw felsh, wounds, broken bones, what have o you I love your feelings, silence and debris, the gritworld, induction ... your penis turns me beneath or within your jumper! What do you call your taut flower? my pein penis my pines my spine my spinnet my flower-web, my grasp of induction and inference, mo my motives for becoming, my becoming. there is no light no sound in gritworld. there are rough planes, intersecting, n to n + 1. silence and debris, the gritworld, induction, my pein penis my pines my spine my spinnet my flower-web, my grasp of induction and inference, mo my motives for becoming, my becoming. there is no light no sound in gritworld. there are rough planes, intersecting, n to n + 1. turns my stick into body body parts: head; face; monster; scalp; monster head; face monster; monster scalp scalp monster; My monster scalp scalp monster is yours... my pein penis my pines my spine my spinnet my flower-web, my grasp of induction and inference, mo my motives for becoming, my becoming. there is no light no sound in gritworld. there are rough planes, intersecting, n to n + 1. calls forth dirty love, eating, excreting memory. beneath or within the cotton, my pein penis my pines my spine my spinnet my flower-web, my grasp of induction and inference, mo my motives for becoming, my becoming. there is no light no sound in gritworld. there are rough planes, intersecting, n to n + 1. is , cotton, gritworld tears my flesh, lacerations, no cicatrix, raw felsh, wounds, broken bones, what have o you? ... love is monster scalp scalp monster here, it's love? Are you becoming close to Travis' my pein penis my pines my spine my spinnet my flower-web, my grasp of induction and inference, mo my motives for becoming, my becoming. there is no light no sound in gritworld. there are rough planes, intersecting, n to n + 1.? i devour myself in an inductive fast-forward future, my fast forward fast and forward future swallows me there are swallows in the sky i hear them i hear the swallows n to n + 1 ; n + 1 to n +2; i am in trance, betranced, bedraggled, i drag my stick behind my behind me, it tears on the gritworld monster it tears on the scalp I think my pein penis my pines my spine my spinnet my flower-web, my grasp of induction and inference, mo my motives for becoming, my becoming. there is no light no sound in gritworld. there are rough planes, intersecting, n to n + 1. 5920 is your scar, your wound, your brand. Zero time it has been:, I have been nervous Travis-TraviS depressed ... and it has taken you just 5.000 minutes turning Travis-TraviS depressed; my pein penis my pines my spine my spinnet my flower-web, my grasp of induction and inference, mo my motives for becoming, my becoming. there is no light no sound in gritworld. there are rough planes, intersecting, n to n + 1.:gritworld tears my flesh, lacerations, no cicatrix, raw felsh, wounds, broken bones, what have o you:silence and debris, the gritworld, induction:: Your dirty monster scalp scalp monster is in my cotton monster scalp scalp monster Your your penis seeps into my monster scalp scalp monster - turning me Travis-TraviS o poor Travis-TraviS depressed; my pein penis my pines my spine my spinnet my flower-web, my grasp of induction and inference, mo my motives for becoming, my becoming. there is no light no sound in gritworld. there are rough planes, intersecting, n to n + 1.:gritworld tears my flesh, lacerations, no cicatrix, raw felsh, wounds, broken bones, what have o you:silence and debris, the gritworld, induction:: Your dirty monster scalp scalp monster is in my cotton monster scalp scalp monster Your your penis seeps into my monster scalp scalp monster - turning me Travis-TraviS depressed; _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list NetBehaviour@netbehaviour.org http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour