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poisonous solvent
withdrawl from Iraq
requiring a misleading response
Go to NYTIMES.com
our medication is killing these people
a distress signal over a rainforest
remains insidiously untamed
lash out or defy military ethics and the creation
of a special force to take a diversity problem
what to do with money
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As we wave goodbye to the z of Dan Waber's acrylabet, it's time to
wave hello to the a of Jennifer Hill-Kaucher's Evolution Alphabet.
New series begins today at:
http://www.logolalia.com/abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz/
Regards,
Dan
Submissions of artworks based around the complete sequence of the
hypnothetical arrival
realistic departure
On Sun, 6 May 2007, Halvard Johnson wrote:
hypnothetical arrival
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Webpage directory http://www.asondheim.org . Email: [EMAIL
Musical Comedy
New work on YouTube (some pieces already up but well compressed here)
New work on http://nikuko.blogspot.com (added here and there)
On MySpace and Facebook come along and fill them up
New stuff on http://www.asondheim.org/ (trickling in)
Musical Comedy, San Toy, A Chinese Musical
-- Forwarded message --
From: Hugenok [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Date: May 6, 2007 9:56 AM
Subject: Re: wake up call
To: [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Just a little more improved than the ones I was planning about 60 years ago!
Great!
enOK
OMG! i love these things!
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Robert Kezelis wrote:
it´s strange to look at old pictures
it´s like these pictures are inside me
and i get confused -
is this inside or outside?
how come pictures are possible?
with our great intelligence i don´t think we have understood anything
and they mock us of course
the pictures will outlive me
like the ones
Anus
Fodder of dead hours
indifferently humid
between my legs.
The dumb penumbra moans
in the inky shade of my fingerprints
unravelling the buttocks of the corpse
in the warp of dusk.
The curve of a voice resonates
in the winter light of my ashes: bulbs and bones
under the stupor of
Bob, it seems like you go quiet for a spell then reappear with some
wonderful integrated change. this one's lovely.
[EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:
Anus
Fodder of dead hours
indifferently humid
between my legs.
The dumb penumbra moans
in the inky shade of my fingerprints
unravelling the
Along all colours and inside
directed statements, pinched metre
as if you coud: you know the war
on durfaces, you know the
extent of dangling,
yiou know the
wind went away...
arrested ij clver days of
delight, yiou spend spring
in green doings,
almost drunk but
almost sober too
Want to make a diamond galaxy, out of precious neutrinos that were
kissed by mother up? Skip the verbs, you were always the noun. And then
the cage that existed in language, beguiling, drink off the water. The
last word in a sentence is the way it sails. If this excuse were
religious, you'd
an(d)us
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