I'm
Terry Gross
and this is Jack, and my dog, 
Duke, could really contribute to this historical moment or is this soemthing that is set aside for those special few who know someone on the "inside" or whose great-uncle use to work in the mailroom, but then I digress to the point of pointlessness, assuming that is a word or can act as one in a pinch Uhhhhh huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhh that was cool! *whack* Aaaaaaahhhhhh, cut it out buttmunch *chwach* *bam* aaaach *bap* *bap* *whack* uh huhuhuhuhuhuhuh that was cool im smothered, mother, so smothered, by everything around
i locked myself in this closet and i thought it was going to be nice and warm, but im getting to hot and i cant breathe anymore
mother im smothered so smothered and i cant get out of here because i locked myself in i wanted to escape to get away and now i cant
mother im smothered
lisa salvo, 14 yrs old, pxjx73b@prodigycom (theres a period between the prodigy and the com but i was asked not to put periods
so smothered
kUrT cObAiN iN mY nIrVaNa cOlOrInG bOok i cOloUrEd hIs hAiR mAgEnTa lIkE iN tHe lIthIuM vIdEo aNd kRiSt nOvEsElIc iAcCiDeNtAlLy cOlOrEd GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEn bEcAuSe iF i DiDnT hAvE iT aLl cOlOrEd iN bY tHrEe o'ClOcK tHeY wOuLd tHrOw mE iN jAiL iN sWiTzErLaNd aNd tHeN i aTe sOmE bEaStIe bOyS cOoKiEs wItH aDrOcK oNeS aS mY fAvOrItE cUz HeS vErY yUmMy lOoKiNg
Sadness is like Imru al qays said
kifa nabki min dikra 7abibin wa manzili
Bi sikta liwa3 beina dakhouli wa el 7awmalii
Understand who can ...Ya makan fi kadim aZaman .
guilty because i was seeing someone else in san jose, a very nice
boy who loved me like a blood sponge, like a cold cut, like shish-kabob brains, like miserable characters ripped from the page,
and stuffed in the pockets of ignorant gods, while little Jim Osterberg clumsily plods ...and I find myself carrying on a casual conversation with
her as I continue with the pevic exam talking of the
weather, medical school, whatever else except mentioning
that my fingers are thrust within her, reaching for her womb,
stretching to identify all the organs I can before the
polite (if there can be such an animal) amount of time has
passed and I should remove my latex covered hand when she
says "oh - that's my ovary" and I nod in assent and
embarrassment since while she is used to this as a professional
patient (as we call them), I am less comfortable with her
body than she is with having me inside her and old mcdonald was the pope, E I E I O which implies there's more than one way to scrape the lips off a bear, even in the midst of a holiday stampede of corpses go shoot your M16
go shoot your M16
go shoot your M16
go shoot your M16
i'm not gonna live your american dream
army life is right for me
kill to save democracy
got a rebel in my sights
money means more than his life savings, or his forty acre-feet of mule droppings, but Hello everyone! Hey guys from Connecticut. How are you all doing? i wonder what the future holds for me, you, everyone will it be exciting & adventurous? or maybe dull & boring who knows? if you are not listening to me i might as well just PUT THAT DAMN PERIOD THERE! i get moody sometimes, sorry so i think it will be a fun time many new inventions and projects but i think that all those people in the west will kill all the dogs or or or or or or maybe we will be destroyed by the dogs so that they will create a canine continent by the way, can we put abrieviations with periods? am i insane, we will never ever know no one will oh, BRAINSTORM, yeah, i got it, the dogs will gang up with the rats and all of the other endangered species and rebell against us, with poisins! well anyway, E-MAIL ME AT VEBW23B (on prodigy) iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiijjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiijjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJIJI NEED SOME R-E-S-P-E-C-T! AROUND HERE four score and 7 years ago i quit my damn job attempted suicide and now i am writing and talking to myself damnit to hell! i have no life do i? I AM J, conqueror of the world/ oh, did i tell you i have multiple personalities? i am a lunitic from hell/ i have also been possesed by the devil/ DON'T MIND ME/ that's not very funny/ stop laughing before i jumpo outo ofo thiso damno computero
and on to oblivion as the universe fades and chocolate
reigns as the replacement for reason and
in the twentyfirst century one hopes that misery, bigotry, killings, hatred, etc, etc, etc, disappear and there is only love manifest
in all living creatures and there are close interactions between creatures as is depicted in this 
moth
and its host and lets not put any periods on this sentence as long as there is nastiness still left Bugs Bunny's minions are tearing away at the social fabric of our culture as I sit here typing away in seemin indifference to the chaos going on behind me on the television and yet I am able to tune it all out as so many of us already have and pretend that it is not even occuring, when we are all too aware that it IS occurring and I am simply tired of tuning out and still you ask yourself "Who is this nothing?" and I reply " I am Matt in California, typing away while Bugs Bunny and his minions eat away at our nation's moral fiber, but I am not saying censorship is good, but rather quite the oposite", and in the words of the esteemed Mr. Emerson, "Your is GLORIOUS country, Honeychurch", and thus give yourself 500 BONUS points if you recognize that obscure reference because I am definitly a Merchant/Ivory fan and also a fan of Forster, any of you others out there? I hope so HELP, I AM DROWING IN A SEA OF WORDS AND FIGURES AND MESSAGES AND DOUBLE ENTENDRES AND HIDDEN MEANINGS SO DEEP I CANNOT FIND MY WAY OUT TO A SIMPLE MEANINGLESS PHRASE BLUB BLUB BLUB DOWN DOWN DOWN but at once I am saved by that which once I feared, The Almighty Lord who can only be the one to rescue us all, but if you choose to , because he has already chosen you, just ask and he will forgive everything you have done which is against Him, any sinful nature you have will be washed away, Just tell Him that you need Him, and you want to be clean, and He will throw your sin as far as the East is from the West, your eternity depends on it..... and not only that, but it so happens that the instigation
of the propogation of the insipidity was as absurd as this
fragment of inintelligble English, as a second language, dispensed without undue rancor, but not without a certain lack of insight
into the illusory nature of objective reality and so let's just say "go tell it on the mountain, over the hills and far away, go tell it on the mountain, that jesus christ is gay", in other words I am sitting here with my little brother in Philadelphia at the University of Pennsylvania exploring the internet for the first time together Ok and I promise I won't mention water, puke, snakes, or any other countries in the world and if that makes me feel any better I might even write something that actually communicates something to some other person but i'm not making any promises here and i hope you fully understand that because if i did i think i might feel compromised and then that would sap my creativity totally, totally, and then I sould hasolutely nothinng worth doing in the world left to me and that is truly a very depressing thought almost as much as other thoughts I can think of but don't feel like discussing right now even though I am starting to feel a little bit in the mood to do this hit of acid, and walk out into the surf, where raw sewage mingles with the flotsam left behind by dying coral reefs, and extinct fish have a nice day supping the marrow of the sacred bloated sparrow (oh, what a salacious treat!), far from the blistered eyes of the secretary of steaks who is attempting to moisten my ancestors with a bevy of wax beagles, so My boss is an ASSHOLE, MAHA BONE, It takes a BIG dog to weigh a ton, DINK is the greatest band in the world! They kick ass, ya ya huh huh they kick ass! SPOCK THE COMPUTER DESTROY IT...... whenever that whatever unnerves the rigid dorsal fin of the rigorous dolphin flogging and underutilized rubric of betrend russell's love affair with valerie eliot (much to the chagrin of old possum), there tends to be an equal but opposite retrenchement, an overutilization of the privatized experience of the published word without end which therefore can be no word, that is to say, in the wordsx of the great poet and situation comedian suzanne somers, "birds/ flowers / and the smell of cut grass", this is the emancipatory potential of poetry today, and it is embedded not in language bu;t in the wayward thrust of the aforementioned dolphin (if I may be permitted to say such obvious things) so I touched her thigh and death had a heart attack Hello, my name is Simon, and I like to do drawrings
I refuse to be stuck in the middle of a huge suffocating paragraph I...
I...
I,
I refuse to be stuck in the middle
of a huge,
suffocating paragraph Hi Babe, you know who you are! "I Love YOU"! when one wanders one wonders about stuff such as what it is that one always is doing even when one is underneath, in-between, and finally, totally withall and thruout, as in just before this, during this and both at once, if you catch the drift of this one: namely: all this stuff--high and low, in and out, up and down, now and then---IS one, not a modification of one, but ONE; suddenly one can be a body, one can appear somewhere, one can incarnate, one can do anything; ALL this stuff is one and at the same time it is not one---it doesn't make any difference!!---it is this, everything is this, this one Reality---it is One!---it happens, it doesn't happen, it's bad, it's good---it does not make any difference whatsoever; and one persists in this realization because there is nothing beyond it: one cannot leap into some consciouness that is not it because one was there just a moment ago!!---so now one's enjoyment has no definiton whatsoever, no destiny, no relationship to anything; it cannot be specified and it cannot be isolated; it cannot be separated out; it is not an alternative to anything; everything continues to happen, everything becomes oneself, everything is happy, everything is marvelous; and this enjoyment is the grounds for absolute dissolution in which nothing else occurs; one does not go anywhere, life does not become blank; things continue to happen; but one's realization becomes completely unspeakable; and beyond that realization, nothing may be said, nothing may be defined, no destiny may be described, no work one does may be described, nothing may be said about it at all; everything happens perfectly from that moment, and nothing may be said about it that makes any sense whatsoever; and all those who enjoy such realization and who appear in any manifest plane are stuck in the paradox of that enjoyment; they cannot make any sense of it really; they do the best they can to try to establish this enjoyment in others through all kinds of weirdo influences; they try to make sense, but they do not make sense; the work of such individuals is not really descriable, but it is the most perfect and specific and necessary activity in all the manifest worlds; it is this work, it is this--- when one wanders one wonders about stuff such as what it is that one always is doing even when one is underneath, in-between, and finally, totally withall and thruout, as in just before this, during this and both at once, if you catch the drift of this one: namely: all this stuff--high and low, in and out, up and down, now and then---IS one, not a modification of one, but ONE; suddenly one can be a body, one can appear somewhere, one can incarnate, one can do anything; ALL this stuff is one and at the same time it is not one---it doesn't make any difference!!---it is this, everything is this, this one Reality---it is One!---it happens, it doesn't happen, it's bad, it's good---it does not make any difference whatsoever; and one persists in this realization because there is nothing beyond it: one cannot leap into some consciouness that is not it because one was there just a moment ago!!---so now one's enjoyment has no definiton whatsoever, no destiny, no relationship to anything; it cannot be specified and it cannot be isolated; it cannot be separated out; it is not an alternative to anything; everything continues to happen, everything becomes oneself, everything is happy, everything is marvelous; and this enjoyment is the grounds for absolute dissolution in which nothing else occurs; one does not go anywhere, life does not become blank; things continue to happen; but one's realization becomes completely unspeakable; and beyond that realization, nothing may be said, nothing may be defined, no destiny may be described, no work one does may be described, nothing may be said about it at all; everything happens perfectly from that moment, and nothing may be said about it that makes any sense whatsoever; and all those who enjoy such realization and who appear in any manifest plane are stuck in the paradox of that enjoyment; they cannot make any sense of it really; they do the best they can to try to establish this enjoyment in others through all kinds of weirdo influences; they try to make sense, but they do not make sense; the work of such individuals is not really descriable, but it is the most perfect and specific and necessary activity in all the manifest worlds; it is this work, it is this--- when one wanders one wonders about stuff such as what it is that one always is doing even when one is underneath, in-between, and finally, totally withall and thruout, as in just before this, during this and both at once, if you catch the drift of this one: namely: all this stuff--high and low, in and out, up and down, now and then---IS one, not a modification of one, but ONE; suddenly one can be a body, one can appear somewhere, one can incarnate, one can do anything; ALL this stuff is one and at the same time it is not one---it doesn't make any difference!!---it is this, everything is this, this one Reality---it is One!---it happens, it doesn't happen, it's bad, it's good---it does not make any difference whatsoever; and one persists in this realization because there is nothing beyond it: one cannot leap into some consciouness that is not it because one was there just a moment ago!!---so now one's enjoyment has no definiton whatsoever, no destiny, no relationship to anything; it cannot be specified and it cannot be isolated; it cannot be separated out; it is not an alternative to anything; everything continues to happen, everything becomes oneself, everything is happy, everything is marvelous; and this enjoyment is the grounds for absolute dissolution in which nothing else occurs; one does not go anywhere, life does not become blank; things continue to happen; but one's realization becomes completely unspeakable; and beyond that realization, nothing may be said, nothing may be defined, no destiny may be described, no work one does may be described, nothing may be said about it at all; everything happens perfectly from that moment, and nothing may be said about it that makes any sense whatsoever; and all those who enjoy such realization and who appear in any manifest plane are stuck in the paradox of that enjoyment; they cannot make any sense of it really; they do the best they can to try to establish this enjoyment in others through all kinds of weirdo influences; they try to make sense, but they do not make sense; the work of such individuals is not really descriable, but it is the most perfect and specific and necessary activity in all the manifest worlds; it is this work, it is this--- lawrence my lips susan my spleen bobby my bones
jennifer my jugular laurie my lung jean my genes fonda my face spenser my spine a thrust, of course, that threatens the thick-headed Thatcherismic discursive diatribe that unxiously oozes from every right-wing political nostril on earth--there's your dorsal fin, there's your amphibious rectum pinching shut at the pressure of another piece of wayward but (pre)determined hex-0-philic shitball that comes down the proverbial pike (or marlin, or, to return to our origins, dolphin, which is, as everyone knows, both organism and machine, hyperintelligent, social(ist) and well on their way to conquering and colonizing the entire know watery universe--their duchy situated at the center of the earth where particularly heat-resistant members of the species (members who've been lab grown through a secret project partially funded by YOUR tax dollars that has perfected a system of dolphin eugenics-- Senator Exon swallows it It took a long time to get to this point where I can add to this tome and I am not sure it is worth it Rosebud I love being able to surf on the Internet, but every time I do it occurs to me that there are more worthwhile ways to spend time - reading a good book, baking a loaf of bread, making my own wine, cleaning my house, doing the laundry, cleaning the garage, vacuuming out my car, planting new shrubs, calling a friend or a relative WHEN DID YOU LAST CALL YOUR MOTHER, listen to Fresh Air and All Things Considered or As It Happens or read a book by Wallace Steger, but it is nice to have this option otherwise I might not consider all the things to do that are even more fun! Rosebud How do you like to go up in a swing? Up in the air so ..(I just can't remember... so long ago .... :( Why does the world hate fat people so Why is it OK to ridicule fat people, but you are a racist or anti-woman if you ridicule those groups How come health insurance plans will pay for alcoholics and drug addicts to get treatment, but not for fat people to get thin Why do people take a great idea like this sentence and then ruin it with garbage Why ask why when the world whirls me around until I'm too dizzy to see his face and then I fall down, and the dizziness subsides and all at once I see him coming into focus, smiling, warm, so very real, and I start flying up in the ha ha hoo hoo and hee hee. yee-haw i am finaly here and i don't care one little drop if the information i am revealing is being viewed by a third party i mean come on if i don't want to capitalize my i's, why sould i have to, on my home computer, it is impossible to have i's stand alone in LOWER CASE,now don't you think that is a little bit restricting? i'm so close to the end of one line heck i might as well just finnish it up let's talk french On ne vois qu'avec le coeur. L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux this is so very gratifying i think i could do this for ever for ever for ever and ever and ever and ever and evver eeeevvvveerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrroi oi hoi did you know that "hoi" means "hi" in dutch? if you don't wish to believe that is ok too ha ha hoo hoo and hee hee. yee-haw i am finaly here and i don't care one little drop if the information i am revealing is being viewed by a third party i mean come on if i don't want to capitalize my i's, why sould i have to, on my home computer, it is impossible to have i's stand alone in LOWER CASE,now don't you think that is a little bit restricting? i'm so close to the end of one line heck i might as well just finnish it up let's talk french On ne vois qu'avec le coeur. L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux this is so very gratifying i think i could do this for ever for ever for ever and ever and ever and ever and evver eeeevvvveerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrroi oi hoi did you know that "hoi" means "hi" in dutch? if you don't wish to believe that is ok too but can anything happen in a white shirt, seriously folks, foghorns bleating, my dog on my lap, The Sound of Music on the VCR -- these are a few of my favorite things Roses and Iris and lillies, daisies and hollyhocks and pansies under silver skies beside green rivers where salmon cruise just under the shimmering surface
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YA KNOW -- I JUST FINIDHED BROWSING ON THIS EPIC
THERE IS NO EXIT -- I FEEL I NEED RELIEF -- THANKS TO THE
HYPERLINKS I GOT OUT!!!!!!
WE NEED SELF DISCPLINE (spell help)
WE NEED ORDER TO THIS ENDLESS RAMBLING
THIS IS ART i know
BUT WHAT IS ART IF IT IS THIS !!!!
THINK ABOUT IT -- now -- okay the pigeons are taking a lunch break comparing crumbs and trading stories of the day's adventures including a story of poor stan who was accidentally run over by a Hugo to the salvatore: your cruelty will never cease to surprise and amaze me, when you are finally released from your self-absorption, you will look around for those people that you used to know, you will find that you have hurt them too much, and when you start to cry because you are all alone, i won't be there to the salvatore: your cruelty will never cease to surprise and amaze me, when you are finally released from your self-absorption, you will look around for those people that you used to know, you will find that you have hurt them too much, and when you start to cry because you are all alone, i won't be there so i'm sitting in a room with this crazy hyperactive chic who is roaming about in search of what she considers the secret of the universe and she exclaims, "motherfucker!!", why is it such a human notion to find that which we do not have; human beings insist on searching and searching and searching, but what for and so she continues in search of what she truly cannot find, "it's the end of the world as we know it..."
MAN SEEKING WOMAN. I am
tall, slender, dashing. Some
say my skin is red but I say
it just glows with health.
Some detect heat near me,
but I say it's just warmth.
Now the fact is I can get you
anything you wish. Name it.
What do I want in return?
Beauty, wit, desire to please,
all these things, yes. But I am
more spiritual than almost
any other Personal ad on this
evolving Sentence. Give me--
I mean show me--your Soul.
It is Divine Beauty I am after,
not a vulgar prize of any kind. Post your phone number here and I'll call! Then and only then I will tell you who I am. GODDESS SEEKING MAN. Yes,
you know me. You probably
saw me floating on that half
shell when you took Art History
I. From time to time I see my
lovely profile used by various
commercial firms in their ads.
I don't mind this. If my beauty
can inspire the world to a
higher purpose, so be it. But
the fact is...I am lonely. To
be constantly perched on a
pedestal over a 1000-year span
is...a form of denial. Hey. If I
could touch your hand right now
it would mean more than all
the praise of the centuries. So
list your phone number and
you'll hear from perhaps the
prize female of the ages. What
is my name? Tut, tut, you
don't think you will get the
prize without any effort at all,
do you? Let's just say my name
begins with one of the last
letters in the alphabet. Turn
you on? Then REPLY , give me
your em or your phone here, on
this Sentence and get ready ... And so Joe called her to dinner but there was no response at all even considering the fact that the phone had been repaired just three days earlier during that sudden rain storm that flooded the field as well as Joe's mind with fresh thoughts of life and its meaning which really meant little to Joe Did it really matter that Room 13 wouldn't be ready for months even though others at the school were enjoying the fruits of new construction not to Joe it didn't after all he was the one with the phone problems and he still couldn't get her to dinner ,to which i must add"don't ever fuck a cop's wife" Whereas Chuck Jones would follow his own lead by
breaking every rule he had strived to master, Avery and
Freleng decided to stick to their strengths, instead
concentrating on how to better hone the timing and humor
of their works, whilst maintaining their foundations. and what can we learn from this boys and girls--UNDER THE RUG IS A BAD PLACE TO HIDE A GUN--Lo, there is a wolf at the door Just remember, when pondering the world today, or the world of our future, No Matter Where You Go - There You are...Even Mr. Spock can't get you out of that one ...they're GERMS, they deserve to die... KILL THE BITCH! And the sky was filled with emerald disks, and the stars were just like little fish,,,,
I sit in my room at night with my curtains drawn closed an my door shut tight, I got my needle, and I got my spoon and I'm gonna lay it out on a picture of you/// When the needle goes in my vain I feel the power and the glory, and a little pain, I used to have a friend alot like you,, Party on WAYNE, Ya Party on Garth!
This mouse like sucks!!
Do you know what the qeers are doing to the soil? and hello, here is my addition to the world's first collaborative sentence,
yes me, Glenn Kurtzrock, in my first bid for immortality, having my name
appear in this humongous sentence, whoop-de-doo if we workers take a notion we can stop all speeding trains
every ship upon the ocean we can tie with mighty chains
every wheel in the creation
every mine and every mill
fleets and armies of all nations will at our command
stand still- Joe Hill I distinctly recall that day on the train when the two who hated each other almost came to blows because one was annoying the other and the other blew up with rage which came about because of the criticism of one for the other so that there could be no escaping the need for possible violence which was avoided successfully by the fortunate closing of the doors just after one of the two men walked off but almost returned after spat at and so it ended peacefully CAN WE SUCCEED
Is there ever going to be a time in the human existence that humans can get along with each other without the violence of being nasty and absurd to each other all for the ridiculous goal of proving nothing as it all ends in death anyway which is a end in and of itself and which is the equivalent of having never been BORN so what is the purpose of all this violence HI!!!!
God said while reading this sentence In the year 2000, I hope some of us will still be listening
to J.S. Bach's The Art of Fugue, for this represents the
true beginning of the musical adventure... So see Dick run and see Jane jump and see both of them grow old together and die. The dangerous after effects of psychotic rampaging devour the inner soul of all people with ducks I want my sons to know the comfort of brotherhood and the joy of love is this the collective unconscious? I have a message: this planet is the only place
we can live, and it is dying because of us Good Morning everyone. It is Monday, April 17, 1995, the day after Easter which is the time of renewal and new birth. Let's all commit at least one random act of kindness today. Where can peace and love in the world start except in each of us. Rosebud mouth encircles the periods at the ends of all the preceding "sentences"
thereby hopefully negating them; suck hard, Rosebud, make them go away Why don't pigs fly, the damned little bacon strips should be gratified with the gift of flight why don't eggs sprout legs, hum dinglee-dee dumptee here, whoops I'm falling... Mr. Williams' contemperary issues class loves computers and loves current events (there's supposed to be something more important here in this particular space... but it's gone)
Hello this is Rob I play the drums and I would like to submit something I can't use the period so I sound like as if I am in first grade but actually I am a freshman at Denbigh High School in Newport News, VA as if you cared, but, hey, why not I sound dumb... sometime I will send in a piece of my drumming or maybe even some work on the marimba or vibes or something ok it's time for me to go now, I just got home from a long trip from Nags Head (today is Monday 4-17-95) and i have to go again to staunton, va for nother three hours i'm just stopping at home to rest ok now i really have to go GOOD BYE!!!
Oops, the preceding is meaningless! i think everything is meaningless and i think that we don't have a clue about anybody else and if you think you do then you're just a fool and i wish everyone would stop hurting me because i'm tired of it and i want it to stop, don't you and i'm scared to go away but i can't stay here anymore because you think you know me but that is a bunch of bullshit because you don't have a clue all you see is Plato and Aristotle and the crucifixion in everything we read they aren't there they aren't there they aren't everything we are everything but we are meaningless and so are they
THIS "SENTENCE" PROVES THAT PEOPLE WITH ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO SAY USUALLY SAY IT.
IS THERE INTELLIGENT LIFE OUT THERE????
...and I agree with what that person said the other day, like I said "VOLVOS ARE THE BEST CAR IN THE WORLD, I have 4" and then she said "you know Ebooz Ozqdsrjx, nothing beats a VOlvo whose radio is tuned to HOWARD STERN" and then I muttered under my breath "except for a prom date that I need coming up", (June 22 e-mail at NYCITY1@interport.net).... In this world of fear and anger and very little peace of mind
we find a respite, a place to dwell and send our love and good
thoughts to our brothers and sisters across the miles, many of
whom may need this love, these good thoughts more than we do..
.. I am happy to send, willing to receive technolove and
webpeace In this world of fear and anger and very little peace of mind
we find a respite, a place to dwell and send our love and good
thoughts to our brothers and sisters across the miles, many of
whom may need this love, these good thoughts more than we do..
.. I am happy to send, willing to receive technolove and
webpeace
***********************************WHY DO PEOPLE WRITE ON WALLS? DON'T THEY HAVE REAL PEOPLE TO TALK TO?*********************** and then there was my dog named polak, he was a vegetable and lied to watch Mash marathons about Jessie is a fox, I think she is the most beautiful thing in the world, but life is unfair and I am going to Indiana University next year
life should be worry free with levels of pollution falling The tides receive the moon's persistence so high, I don't
know how; the sea it gives her no resistance but the earth
will not allow... GOOD MORNING EVERYONE. TODAY IS APRIL 18, 1995. IT IS RAINING HERE IN THE MIDWEST BUT IT IS STILL A GREAT NEW DAY. GOD BLESS ALL WHO PARTICIPATE IN THIS SENTENCE TODAY
<*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*> oh, heidie, heidie hee, WHO hit nellie in the bellie with a flounder? twasn't me, but my generation gets blamed, my generation gets blamed for everything, and we cant even vote yet, you think we carry guns to school, but we carry books and hopes and aspirations, to be doctors lawyers and indian chiefs, and once we have done that, we will look down on all the new brats and mock them and mock their music, because what goes around comes around and gets passed on once more, in this world of greyest apathy and desparir, we, the under age, are the ones who get cut; from the budget, from the decision making process, from pop-culture in general, we are not bemoaning our so called lives, "Like I wish there was like this like button in my head so I could stop saying dumb things around Jordan Catilano" we are all embarassed, embarased embarassed etc and we're not gonna take it anymore, like Pumsey the demonic puppet that was persecuted by the republicans, WE WILL FIGHT! armed with twinkees and Judy Blume books and the rebellion will be lead by the kids with the most toys, even little GI JOE with his one arm will get to fight and fight and fight, and then we will all go to college, this is the way the world ends this is the way the world ends the world ends, not with a bang but a whimper, and ask yourself WOULD you swim in a vat of fecal remnants for a basket of ripe strawberries? would you? the answer to the great question of life, the universe and
everything is, is, is, 42; Live long and prosper I once took a stab in the dark, and killed my mother It was an accedent of course but I still got sent to my room Life as we know it will be not what we think it is today
but something totally different and we will be totally
gone or will we and then once the sun explodes and little
green taodies come flying out we will smile and say hey
it's raining and the and then and then we will grow, grow
larger than any thing anyone has ever seen and when we do
we will get really happy because the entire world will be
big, bigger than life, and when we get this way I will be
gone so it is your responsibility to keep me informed,
dammit, it is your responsibility to tell me for I will be gone
so far away no one can find me for I am on that journey now and I
and I am so perfectly happy that I am about to cry for
we will all be one at last in this one big sentence {*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*} on a day like today, so beautiful and glorious a dinasour showed up and smiled!!! o beauty! and ahab ran away, o coward! hello joshua and adios ok ok ok ok i say ok & ok some more & more & more forever more
onward, upward, inward, hypertextword great..too bad I'm always a playground instructor,
never a killer rather artsy wouldn't you say..
come into Crowley's closet but don't fall into the abyss... HI DAVE,SUE,KEVIN AREN'T YOU GLAD YOU SHOWED ME THAT ARTICLE??MY NAME IS JEAN CIEMNIECKI AND PLEASE DON'T TRY TO PRONOUNCE IT!!I GUESS MY 15 MINUTES OF FAME ARE ALMOST UP SO I WON'T WRITE IN CAPS ANYMORE there that's better well I suppose that's all i'll say todaywon't you be please won't you be my neighbor, Hi neighbor! there's a nurse in there with a really big needle, and she wants to stick
it in YOU, my God WHY WHY WHY?!! it's so unfair; people are
such cruel, stupid pigs: rewards are handed out in inverse
proportion to a person's gentleness at first i thought this was kinda a lot of people getting off on their
own cleverness and artistic bent, but then i decided that it
was interesting nonetheless, so here's my piddling contribution
that will hopefully be a clear thought for some other poor fool
who scrolls down the whole thing to read :) :) :) : ) therefore nothing is more relaxing then marking another day
as complete in our cold existance and how about this, that makes us strong but doesn't lead to any desired results other than being endlessly engagedin acts of violence and braindeaddening experiences? who will ever break the spirit and so the power of those cipollas out there who want our blood but only get it by us allowing them ther most intimate path into the virginity of our souls;no we are not innocent, that by definition does not go, but an attempt must be made to reach a higher level of sophistication, now that we are entering this new millenium, for whatever reason, and now think and talk and write and make love to those that don;'t and won;t destaroy you, as you are the temple of all that is good and beautiful, but be careful not to fall into the pit of the dragons which have been after us forever, and now complete this project by launching a thousand ships with yer face; close your eyes and push
real hard with your nose up against the first ship in the conga line,
and get used to it, 'cause there's 999 more left after this one fnord I have nothing to say and I am saying it with this http://math240.lehman.cuny.edu/art But it is not the reality that places us here, it is the sense of being that defines who and what we are If there were no "us"thre would be no reality
The marking is marked up; She still lookas as if she is cold, but yet she never knew thr truth; The more she crossed the line, the less it counted; She looks too good; She can't be true; Even in the blazing light of midday she maintains here dark little truths; I just love all my bullshit. See The Rulers of The Earth!
Uhh... Melissa McKraney rules or something; This senentence tastes great and is less filling; 1,000,000 bottles of beer on the wall; 1,000,000 bottles of beer on the wall; Take one down pass it around; 999,999 bottles of beer on the wall;
And if you save you friends, You will make him happy
MOM and DAD when to a show, they dropped me off at Grandpa
Joe's \___/ I saw a shooting star and I wished on it but I didn't get my wish to the salvatore: you know, you jusst wouldn't know what orgasmic screaming is like i find your so-called passion false and shallow your arrogance is no longer amusing we've all read the text, we don't need to hear you read it again you just like to hear the sound of your own voice when something seems to you it probably doesn't seem to anybody else really really Candy is cool not the kind of candy we eat but the Candy that is sitting at the computer next to me and I bumped her mouse while I was reading this sentence to see what was new and I said sorry and she told me not to apologize and I think that more people should be like that because we don't really deserve anything oh did you think you deserved something like love or a job because you don't, you know, and I will keep on saying sorry to Miss Candy because she doesn't expect me to and now she's clapping because I told her I'm going to put her in THE SENTENCE but I'll let her decide I am having a very strange day a very strange day indeed ...THE HORSEMEN DESCENDED FROM THE MOUNTAIN TOP INTO THE FOUR CORNERS OF THE NATION, FIRST WAR INTO ITHACA, NEXT PLAGUE INTO D.C., THEN DEATH INTO DAVIS, FINALLY FAMINE INTO W.C. AND TOGETHER THEY MEET TO PREY UPON THE WEAK AND STRONG, POOR AND NOBLE, FOR THEIR WILL CANNOT BE BROKEN, THEIR HUNGER NEVER SATISFIED... ...THE HORSEMEN DESCENDED FROM THE MOUNTAIN TOP INTO THE FOUR CORNERS OF THE NATION, FIRST WAR INTO ITHACA, NEXT PLAGUE INTO D.C., THEN DEATH INTO DAVIS, FINALLY FAMINE INTO W.C. AND TOGETHER THEY MEET TO PREY UPON THE WEAK AND STRONG, POOR AND NOBLE, FOR THEIR WILL CANNOT BE BROKEN, THEIR HUNGER NEVER SATISFIED... ~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^GOOD MORNING EVERYONE. IT IS APRIL 19, 1995, A CLEAR DAY HERE IN THE MIDWEST. GOD BLESS YOU ALL! I DON'T UNDERSTAND VERY MUCH OF THIS SENTENCE~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~ ~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^GOOD MORNING EVERYONE. IT IS APRIL 19, 1995, A CLEAR DAY HERE IN THE MIDWEST. GOD BLESS YOU ALL! I DON'T UNDERSTAND VERY MUCH OF THIS SENTENCE~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~ yeah, that's understandable, there's a lot of horse shit in here, I repeat
myself when under stress, I repeat myself when under stress,
I repeat myself... Today is the first day in the life of a crow somewhere
Mi ma muse moi, je t'embrasse
Insomniaque petit pome crit en rvant toi
J'aime quand tes yeux vert-amour me tiennent par la main
Et quand tes cheveux sont dans les miens
Tu es debout sur mes paupires
Amie-amante-abricot
Ivre de vivre, de rve avec toi
Maison marine emplie de lumire ardoise
Enfin, je veux te dire, qu'il est doux de t'aimer
I HAVE A VOICE! I AM SOME ONE! I EXIST! HEAR ME ROAR! I AM
afraid to say If women were as fun to play with as my basketball I could live as a much happier individual I do appreciate the fact that my parents are wonderful people on the inside it just seems that they are so flaky to the outside world when you consider that my life as a basketball has been so rewarding just the other day i was able to bounce myself right over The walls,,,,OH MY GOD,,,,,,,THE WALLS,,,,,PLEASE, make it stop,,,I CAN'T TAKE IT,,,,someone please help me,,,OH LORD,,they're falling,,,,I cant get out,,,please, somebody,,,,I can't hear,,,WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME,,,,HELP ME,,,My eyes,,,,NO,,NOT MY EYES TOO,,,WHY ME, LORD,,,WHAT HAVE I DONE,,,can't anyone hear me,,,where did you go,,,THIS ISN'T FAIR, THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING TO ME,,,please, make them stop,,,where are you,,,I can't see you,,,,I cant hear you,,,I feel you,,,Thank You The walls,,,,OH MY GOD,,,,,,,THE WALLS,,,,,PLEASE, make it stop,,,I CAN'T TAKE IT,,,,someone please help me,,,OH LORD,,they're falling,,,,I cant get out,,,please, somebody,,,,I can't hear,,,WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME,,,,HELP ME,,,My eyes,,,,NO,,NOT MY EYES TOO,,,WHY ME, LORD,,,WHAT HAVE I DONE,,,can't anyone hear me,,,where did you go,,,THIS ISN'T FAIR, THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING TO ME,,,please, make them stop,,,where are you,,,I can't see you,,,,I cant hear you,,,I feel you,,,Thank You but then I had to go off to the market, and the dog, which remained by itself, perished slowly and painfully, but back to where I was before, now, and all that... {@}{@}{@}{@}{@}{@}{@}{@}{@}{@}{@}{@}{@}{@}{@}{@}{@}{@}{@}{@}{@}{@}{@}{@}{@}{@}{@}{@}GOOD MORNING EVERYONE - TODAY IS APRIL 20, 1995, THE DAY AFTER THE BOMBING OF THE FEDERAL BUILDING IN OKLAHOMA CITY, OK. WE HOPE THE PERPETRATORS ARE FOUND. =+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= |^|^|^|^|^|^|^|^|^|^|^|^|^|^|^|^|^|^|^|^|^|^|^|^|^|^|^|^|^|^|^|^|^|^|^ and this section is written by thewitch, who has been
wandering the net for weeks, and just stumbled upon
this sentence and wanted to put her two cents in, soooooo.....here we are again, the Enigma and the Dejablue, once again contemplating the state of the world,
the state of various picnic tables, parks, rivers, people
emerging from woods where there are no paths, dryness, play areas, farm tours,
historical areas, gardens...where is the river, anyway?...and now on to something completely different..... but, not before remembering Max....how could we ever forget?? Lynn Weaver ThE EYES NoT THE EYES look...
At the center the heart the deepest source the final judgment the future what its all about is love that uses arms or whatever we got by birth or life to lift up her or him or to help carry the baggage that is not mine but was left by the last one here until we find out we can do without and it is really just about us El mundo dejara de ser un lugar mas para sobrevivir cuando
los que estan arriba de los que sufren volteen hacia abajo
..................................cyberspace is the new wasteland.............................THIS IS WHY RESPONSIBLE PEOPLE WANT THE NATIONAL ENDOWMENT FOR THE ARTS ABOLISHED............................... I am sitting here wasting valuable time contributing to the
worlds longest and possibly stupidest sentence I need to get
back to work so that some day I can get a job and earn a
living obviously many of you do not have a job otherwise you
would not also be wasting your time with this ridiculous bit
of drivel we wish to type something stupid so we can help your sentence grow comet it makes your teeth turn green comet it tastes like gasoline comet it makes you vomit so take some comet and vomit today! A WOMAN I HAVE NEVER SEEN
BEFORE/STEPS FROM THE DARKNESS
OF HER TOWNHOUSE DOOR/AT JUST
THAT CRUX OF TIME WHEN SHE IS
MADE/SO BEAUTIFUL THAT SHE OR
TIME MUST FADE/WHAT USE TO
CLAIM THAT AS SHE TUGS HER
GLOVES/AND PHANTOM HERALDRY
OF ALL THE LOVES/BLARES FROM
THE LINTEL? THAT THE STAGGERED
SUN/FORGETS, IN HIS CONFUSION,
HOW TO RUN?/STILL, NOTHING
CHANGES AS HER PERFECT FEET/
CLICK DOWN THE WALK THAT
ISSUES IN THE STREET/LEAVING
THE STATIONS OF HER BODY THERE/
AS A WHIP MAPS THE CONTOURS
OF THE AIR richard wilbur, 1921 and of course i just wanted to add my silly little name
to this sentence although it is meaningless in the scheme
of things, but here it is anyway, Rich Maine, and i have
nothing els to say about myself i suppose, but Nevertheless the Avatar has said:
"Life is a game,play it
Life is a challenge,meet it
Life is a dream,realize it" .............at last, a sensible statement--not many of those in this dumb sentence............................................................... ALL THINGS CONSIDERED IS ON - A GOOD PROGRAM FOR THE WRITERS OF THIS SENTENCE TO LISTEN TO - THEY WILL FIND OUT WHAT AN IDEA IS AND WILL GET A LESSON IN WHAT IS WORTH SAYING -- AND THEN IF THEY READ THIS SENTENCE THEY WILL GET AN IDEA OF WHAT IS NOT WORTH SAYING........................................ 8:51 4/20/95 i join the unending sentence, i join the web , my first time, but is an unending sentence ever turn into a story, no just history, i am part of history and no longer feel so all alone, but the anonimity, who reads this, responds, how many, unknown, mystery, safety, part of a larger whole, socialistic, i want to see, go beyond the sentence to be a part of this unending story, life even in its most intinmate moments is a kind of performance. WOWWWWWWWWWWWILUVTHIS so what's the problem, dd, it seems to be working fine WOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! WOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! This is for Elaine Chan, who never knew that I liked her.
I wish you had known and hopefully, you will find out
someday.
From JHC So I'm a punk because I used two periods, big deal, eat me
will be a part of history and no one can stop me
plus they can always remove the two periods
yet when i think about it, i still love her a lot
oh well, that's life, when will we ever die? should i put another
period, i don't know: so i'll relay my message again
Elaine Chan , I wish you knew how much I love you, we will
go our own ways, but you're always in my heart.
ok, satisified, i didn't use any periods, i'll
write some more somee other time This is a poem for my Elaine from JHC
Love by Unknown
Did you ever love someone, but knew they didn't care?;
Did you ever feel like crying, but knew you'd get no where?;
Did you ever close your eyes and say a little prayer?;
Did you ever look into their hearts and wish that you were
there?;
Did you ever watch them walk away, not wanting them to go?;
Did you ever whisper, "I love you" and never let them know?;
You cry all night in misery and almost go insane;
There`s nothing in this whole wide world that causes so
much pain;
If I had a choice between life and death, I'd rather die;
Love is wonderful, but hurts so much, the price to pay is
high;
And so I say, don't fall in love, you'll get hurt before
it's through;
You see I ought to know, I fell in love with you
I found this poem, so whoever wrote is wonderful too
from jojo H C Jason Loves Crystal Once you remember not to forget what to remember you cannot forget to remember what you remembered not to forget... SKOT FRED Cut your hair cut your hair to conform we all must conform
there is a box in the box is a house my sister lives in such a dearth of realitybut the drought was really a draought and i couldnt understand a word of it but the longer i listened the more i ached for the box in a house in the closet languishing in the corner pointed cap burning cross light the night im on fire and so is the dog with the rose in its teeth comely and humbly singing this tune
i love buffy Looks like it's a 
SEE?! No... I don't. just as Noam Chomsky claimed, the infinite capacity for creating long and longer sentences is one of the defining characteristics of human pwoess with language Hi my name is Brad Anthony Thompson I was born on May 26, 1978 Today I am 16 I go to school in Valmeyer, Il so write to me cause i want another cute guy like me to go to bed with and then we would $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$human pwoess???????????????????????????????? what is that?:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: so here i am sitting on the edge of infinity with one foot in the future and my ass in the present, in a sling, but i can't help feeling a perverse hope or a song in my soul (though the real question is, do we really have souls, and of course, we don't find out until the physical body is dead) cynical though i may be i must reserve a section of myself for mysticism, i believe that is important that mysticism must not die with the coming of the hyper-rational age, if you will -- what i mean by that is the so-called information age, or the technological age, whatever the hell you want to call it we must not let our belief systems die (and i'm not really talking religiously here, though if you want to take it that way that's fine); no, belief system in the way that we believe in the tooth fairy or santa claus or whatever our imaginations can drag up -- IMAGINATION MUST NOT BE ALLOWED TO WITHER AWAY INTO NOTHINGNESS -- and that is what i have to say ................................................................yes we do have souls and we know now because of creativity and imagination and our ability to create things we cannot manage such as the internet or explosives or any kind of art............................................. hello gorgeous...
i'm a man who's secretly in love with you;
i've been watching you day by day, and i can't hold it in any longer;
my passion for you is deep as the sea, my love as vast as the horizon;
haven't you noticed me?
i'm very near by;
i love to surround you with my presence;
you fill me with such longing...
such desire...
i can't wait for you to write back;
please do;
to hear your voice, even throught this crude computer medium will make my life bearable, for you are the flower of my life...
with volumptuous passion and love, your sugarmama...
so I looked around, and it was all exactly as I'd always imagined it would be This is a typically--yea, particulalry--assinine attempt
artsy-fartsily to say something meaningful practically to
no one; but, indulge yourself, that's what art and the Web
are for.
Thanks to my dearest Kim, I finally found this page! "Evan Mullaney" from Providence, RI., writes: You guys
seriously need to rethink this whole thing...who the hell
is going to read this drivel
PERHAPS WE CAN NOW ASK, NOT ABOUT THE CONDITIONS UNDER WHICH A MODERN THEATER COULD BE FAITHFUL TO ARTAUD, BUT IN WHAT CASES IT IS SURELY UNFAITHFUL TO HIM WHAT MIGHT THE THEMES OF INFIDELITY BE, EVEN AMONG THOSE WHO INVOKE ARTAUD IN THE MILITANT AND NOISY FASHION WE ALL KNOW? WE WILL CONTENT OURSELVES WITH NAMING THESE THEMES WITHOUT A DOUBT, FOREIGN TO THE THEATER OF CRUELTY ARE: 1)ALL NON-SACRED THEATER 2)ALL THEATER THAT PRIVELEGES SPEECH OR RATHER THE VERB, ALL THEATER OF WORDS, EVEN IF THIS PRIVELEGE BECOMES THAT OF A SPEECH WHICH IS SELF-DESTRUCTIVE, WHICH ONCE MORE BECOMES THAT OF A SPEECH WHICH IS SELF-DESTRUCTIVE, WHICH ONCE MORE BECOMES GESTURE OF HOPELESS REOCCURENCE, A NEGATIVE RELATION OF SPEECH TO ITSELF, THEATRICAK NIHILISM, WHAT IS STILL CALLED THE THEATER OF THE ABSURD SUCH A THEATER WOULD NOT ONLY BE CONSUMED BY SPEECH, AND WOULD NOT DESTROY THE FUNCTIONING OF THE CLASSICAL STAGE, BUT IT WOULD ALSO NOT BE, IN THE SENSE UNDERSTOOD BY ARTAUD (AND DOUBTLESS BY NIETZSCHE), AN AFFIRMATION PERHAPS WE CAN NOW ASK, NOT ABOUT THE CONDITIONS UNDER WHICH A MODERN THEATER COULD BE FAITHFUL TO ARTAUD, BUT IN WHAT CASES IT IS SURELY UNFAITHFUL TO HIM WHAT MIGHT THE THEMES OF INFIDELITY BE, EVEN AMONG THOSE WHO INVOKE ARTAUD IN THE MILITANT AND NOISY FASHION WE ALL KNOW? WE WILL CONTENT OURSELVES WITH NAMING THESE THEMES WITHOUT A DOUBT, FOREIGN TO THE THEATER OF CRUELTY ARE: 1)ALL NON-SACRED THEATER 2)ALL THEATER THAT PRIVELEGES SPEECH OR RATHER THE VERB, ALL THEATER OF WORDS, EVEN IF THIS PRIVELEGE BECOMES THAT OF A SPEECH WHICH IS SELF-DESTRUCTIVE, WHICH ONCE MORE BECOMES THAT OF A SPEECH WHICH IS SELF-DESTRUCTIVE, WHICH ONCE MORE BECOMES GESTURE OF HOPELESS REOCCURENCE, A NEGATIVE RELATION OF SPEECH TO ITSELF, THEATRICAK NIHILISM, WHAT IS STILL CALLED THE THEATER OF THE ABSURD SUCH A THEATER WOULD NOT ONLY BE CONSUMED BY SPEECH, AND WOULD NOT DESTROY THE FUNCTIONING OF THE CLASSICAL STAGE, BUT IT WOULD ALSO NOT BE, IN THE SENSE UNDERSTOOD BY ARTAUD (AND DOUBTLESS BY NIETZSCHE), AN AFFIRMATION radical radish once told me, see as much of the world as you possibly can,unobligated, with not enough money, and get out there often as you can,regardless of the nay sayers oh how thy love thee
for let me count the ways
for if thy couldth
thy wouldth
but thy wouldth run out of fingers and toes
~bkb, the next ruler of this world Early in the day, after the NandO.net's were not circling and buzzing around my head, after the heat of battle began to ebb, just before the sounding of binding before the lords and mastered arrive to settle all debts from the days fighting,I was able to rethink the course of my existance and to reconsider my offer to Stella--Stella is quite a vixen--I'll never forget our first meeting on 9th Street in Cleveland, as we appoach each othter on the street that afternoon--and to be honest--I did notice her, in fact she was just my type, but I degress, just as we approached I caught a glimpse of a sparke in her eye, I must have smiled, because just as I past I heard "Well the least you could do is say hello," she said as she cock her head just so, in that way that I would become so used to, In know time we were getting locked out of my appartment, traveling all over Northern Ohio, meeting her friends, meeting my friends, going to three rock concerts in one day and on and on and on, Stella was just my type, petit, like me, she soft brown skin and the most exotic green eyes, she worn her hair short which was unsual back in the 70s, and she was older than me, I was 19 and she was 23, how did we come from there to here, the war zone of MSAV, life with her had been good, that is until the 80s and then the 90s, no matter how much we tried our love for each other could not keep to world out and then when the bombings began we knew that neither of us would ever feel safe again, but really, who is to say whether or not they will come;
certainly not I, for on the day of seven the truth shall
be known: stabler than toothpaste left open, spilt upon rocks not dusty
fog until periodic warmth, my name was greg until i found your
house back in the trees, dark blue shade of lemonade truth ....................................................................FURTHER ALONG THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED by SCOTT PECK...............................................READ IT..........................IT WILL HELP!................................... still land sustainssometimes you turn a corner and an aspen tree
or the shape of a cloud will knock you flat on your ass with
a quick little uppercut you never in a million years expected,
and you might burst into tears from the poetic hurt of it all ILL-PLACED, CENTER YOUR thought and when over cracked lesson
learned as boring and not so the reason we sleep so early is
written on the underside of this garden doorway laughable at
that, much at that question of yours i'm centering my
thoughts from across the hallway i'm aiming obtusely at your
blue left eye i never remember, actually the color of
anything playing sensibiblity now skipping bannisters from
trained & perfect almost to phrases loudly knee in pain, the
elevators static over there who is the guest and does it
print your pictures of sleep to the second the voice i
heard yesterday (then the decision) i have a feeling that
you transcend graphs, numbers or decimal points buried
twill steam the patterns in your voice, if patterns, are not
QUICKLY FOUND NORMALS I'm Bored! Do you want to look at computers? Hubby Fuck me now! That's all folks,,,, and while still using his fingers as a tool with which to pry the aliens' brian from it's skull, he still managed to find the time to eat a sandwich with his thum, but without Annie,he couldn't after a long day overseeing legal theft and a sweaty
arobic workout a thick slice of edam and a hickory farms
smoked breakfast link does not quite make up for a drunken
wife's snoring
This is the Blow du Jour my ex won't move at least I think so
Minha Patria e' como se nao fosse
E' intima, docura e vontade de chorar
E' minha Patria_
Por isso no exilio
Assistindo dormir meu filho
Choro de saudades de Minha Patria
Se perguntarem o que e' minha Patria direi;
Nao sei; de fato nao sei
Como, quando e porque minha Patria
Mas sei que minha Patria e' a luz o sal e a agua
Que elaboram e liquefazem minnha magoa
Em longas lagrimas amargas
Vontade de beijar os olhos de minha Patria
Acaricia-la, Passar-lhe a mao pelos cabelos
De Minha Patria, minha patria sem sapatos
E sem meias, Patria minha, tao pobrinha you keep my elephants out of the rain smooth mossy rocks by the lakeshore/b> Since that bozo didn't close their bold off, I wonder if I should so that the sentence is not bolded from here on out well here goes EvEr GeT a ScAr On YoUr FaCe AnD iT's ReAlLy NoTiCaBlE aNd EvErY oNe AsKs YoU wHaT iT iS oR dOeS tHiS oNlY hApPeN tO mE?
why is this sentence here?has anyone one read all of it will it be published?
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\_____/ The battle started again this morning, Stella still has not returned, she would not know to call me here, that was not a part of the plan or even considered, under the melting ice of her contemptuous glare, he kissed her tears away... but meanwhile things didn't go as planned because there were mountains of spilled paper clips all over my desk the cheap shot posse run this ship, with drew dogg, skinny D, and freddogg The clock on the wall was slow and the boy had a unit that was very long and he was up all night working on the unit Romantic in the Classical genre The Pope Plays Ball
Easy to see him in the Box Seats/
Even from way in the outfield bleachers/
His long white dress and censer/
Burning incense, wearing sunglasses/
With a nod of his huge white hat/
He blessed the players/
And gave some sign - The Cross?/
To say the game begins/
And then halfway through - funny/
I'd never have expected it/
The crowd roars as the figure in white/
Catapults over the fence/
Onto the field, swinging that censer/
Incense smoke pouring out behind him/
The Pope starts taking bases/
No one stops him from getting to First/
Then on to second, arms flailing/
(Did he fling that scepter as one does/
a used bat?) His hat flies off/
And sails like a pointy kite over the scoreboard/
They let him take third - how could/
They stop him? But someone/
(They still haven't caught the rascal, either)/
Decides to tag him out on his way home/
The Pope sees this coming, somehow/
And goes into a slide! His long white dress/
Puffs up with wind and inverts itself/
Over the Pope's head/
He's still sliding home /
The crowd gasps, and half, raised Catholic/
Cover their eyes to avoid going blind/
Or having pubic hairs sprout from their eyeballs/
The sin of Witnessing the Pope's John Paul; The Pious Penis/
But there it was, for all to see/
Not a normal human members/
But a huge, purple, fleshy thing/
Like an octopus tentacle/
And it had wrapped itself around the scepter/
(Yes, there was that lost phallic wand)/
And, the Pontiff still sliding/
His third arm readied the rod to swing at the oncoming ball/
And CRACK! The impact knocked the scepter/
From his slippery grasp, but the/
Ball went flying The Pope got up and stood on home base,/
His tentacle, now free from the dress, pointing out the path of the Ball: Over the fence, home run/ Grendels are the way of the future;
not Grendels like the cold-blooded
killers,
but Grendels like the kind who form
a clan,
a group,
a family;
I have seen the way,
I have made the mark;
I am Grendel? stapled, frozen was - which made me really wonder if the Winnipeg Jets would make the 1994-95 N.H.L. playoffs - what joy, what rapture --------------------------------every thing is frozen----not just the groung but the entire world is frozen------------------just like T S Elliot said "This is how the world ends-------This is how the world ends---- This is how the world ends-------Not with a bang but a whimper-----------"
Not much can live in a frozen waste land know as the Earth----------The Mercurians said that themselves-------------BUt they will never forget the once famous wrestlers from Arapahoe Nebraska!!!!!!---------- --------------------------------every thing is frozen----not just the groung but the entire world is frozen------------------just like T S Elliot said "This is how the world ends-------This is how the world ends---- This is how the world ends-------Not with a bang but a whimper-----------"
Not much can live in a frozen waste land know as the Earth----------The Mercurians said that themselves-------------BUt they will never forget the once famous wrestlers from Arapahoe Nebraska!!!!!!---------- it isn't so much look of it, I mean, you can sort of deal
with that if you have to, just look away, but the sound
of it, I mean it just keeps going on and and on and there's
really nowhere to go to escape it because it's kind of
hard to close your ears, you know so you just sort of
have to listen to that incessant drone pickles and grease HAHAHAHA!!! I BROKE UP WITH YOU FIRST, BLAKE!!!!!!
hehehe i just humiliated him hahaha this is from Kate we were coming back from the market in Red Oak, it was too many younsters in one car that summer, Donell was'nt the oldest, Speedy was...I remember time by the the music, that we were most likely jamming Sly or the Temptations or even Rare Earth, I think their...not I'm not going to try to name everyone, most families from around here were represented and maybe a few out of towners too, any way that damn Chevy had a 396 that was nothing but the truth, until we tried to pass that GTO, we were rolling down 43, just out side of Red Oak, happy and raising hell cause we two dollars in our pockets maybe, but Donell pulled out there to pass that GT
O and guty driving was not about to give it up, that three nine six never back up, but neither did that GTO we were and did'nt believe we could die, so we enjoyed the ride, it was like hurling down those hills at Uncle Foster house, some how no one crashed into those two pines at the bottom of the old rail, I hope the gold miners that built them were at least that lucky, they did'nt find much gold or they'd still be there, but like I said that Goat would not back up, the 396 with all those young, dumb, reckless, kids was headed up that hill, When the oldest said, "back off man, we ain't gonna make it," ...somehow we go back on the right side of the road just as we crested the hill a log truck, fully loading was there too in a NandO second, has anyone seen Stella, I'm looking for her, and when the world decides to listen to the wind, it will hear it's own crying okay okay I never thought I would want to add to this fucking stupid sentance, but here I am
I don't know how I ever got involved it was the maid, it was the butler
in the living room with the rope,,,,colonel custard that is all from
the west coast - the best coast Pacific Northwest se-a-ul is da shit
bumba clat dem shitstem say Peter Tosh the kind brother
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