Alan--
i am Travis Bickle
which Travis are you ? (merle travis, randy travis, travis jackson etc--)(two famous country singers/songwriters and a hall of fame baseball player--)
"someday a real rain will come . . . "
>From: mIEKAL aND <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>Reply-To: "WRYTING-L : Writing and Theory across Disciplines" <[email protected]>
>To: [email protected]
>Subject: Re: THE CAVE CHILDREN OF NEW YORK ARE NEVER FREE
>Date: Tue, 31 May 2005 23:03:41 -0500
>
>THE CAVE CHILDREN OF NEW YORK ARE NEVER FREE
>
>Gone over like a shower. Rocks plug the guiles, the willies, the
>afraid gone under without daytime. Somewhere England stands.
>Trying
>twisted from taking out of. One too many disjuncts proven fatality
>slivers proper dress a day as a tease. God bears withals & a hefty
>axe
>clefts Alexandria. All years occupation nailed it together. The
>signs
>in their eyes yelped data spewed. Maxims numbered alternately
>against
>a fraction of the instinct the cavern held. Many shelves-high I
>looked
>up. Natal reading habits pretend out thanks. Evidence to the
>contrary, even a light switch, held sway the consequent thinkers.
>The
>spindle, its latest, headed the chronology. Under no conditions, be
>at
>remove, that is, codify dehibilitations.
>
>On May 31, 2005, at 10:02 PM, Alan Sondheim wrote:
>
>>I will sleep very soon. Tomorrow we travel to Wyoming. Then we go
>>to
>>Utah.
>>We will see big skies. I will forget my language. My name is
>>Travis.
>>Hello! -
>>
>>
>>On Tue, 31 May 2005, mIEKAL aND wrote:
>>
>>>Plentus knew O was to rendevous with U. Mr Went included a
>>>marginal
>>>reminder. The damnedest to fathom, or went there thinking alike.
>>>Brags the haphazard unbecoming the literal. Tangent royalty
>>>waiting
>>>for shoe or grave machine. Qua ethnic sultry day in day out, rosy
>>>crucifix under a therapeutic garter. Honesty teller over library
>>>trouble waged ear after ear of fitness longings. Whom not, I'm
>>>one,
>>>core of bloodless A & a botched painting out of sight rocks the
>>>metropolis. "It's what you do best" a doppelganger if ever the
>>>crust
>>>broke. Blind junk tumbles or feathers where flowers stumble.
>>>Stood
>>>up
>>>to & rusted shut a stipple afore the rackmount slavery.
>>>
>>>
>>>On May 31, 2005, at 6:46 PM, Alan Sondheim wrote:
>>>
>>>>On Tue, 31 May 2005, mIEKAL aND wrote:
>>>>
>>>>>THE CAVE CHILDREN OF NEW YORK ARE NEVER FREE
>>>>>
>>>>>freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
>>>>>nothing is nothing and we have everything to gain
>>>>>
>>>>>our brainstems are strong and our ruddy mouths protrude
>>>>>we blow hydrogen bomb kisses we're promising the world
>>>>>
>>>>>our sidewalks are strong and cheery
>>>>>they glare red in the aftermath of human
>>>>
>>>>
>>>
>>>
>>
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