[NetBehaviour] seduction of the world

[Alan Sondheim]

seduction of the world


Are you dressed as a range of scalar values submerging the screen, there's
something dear julu that must be beyond or in the midst of the other side
of the tree, surely the use of values better written point to newer
sources? Is a range of scalar values submerging the screen, there's
something dear julu that must be beyond or in the midst of the other side
of the tree, surely the use of values better written point to newer
sources dressed as you?

Are you in your thing, are you in your flesh, ah don't answer...
Is Julu wearing your ... , are you wearing your thing?

I love your feelings, a range of scalar values submerging the screen,
there's something dear julu that must be beyond or in the midst of the
other side of the tree, surely the use of values better written point to
newer sources ...

Your breasts call me to them...
love oozes me beyond your thing!

What do you call your sedate thing?

My yes yes yes yes yes is yours...
should there be such a moment or singsong as these, nouns and
adjectives, genitives and genitals crawling across or throughout the body,
dearest julu, the body of text, or what should i say about ourselves, if
not something used once and neither more nor less makes me thoughtful

should there be such a moment or singsong as these, nouns and
adjectives, genitives and genitals crawling across or throughout the body,
dearest julu, the body of text, or what should i say about ourselves, if
not something used once and neither more nor less calls forth pure womb,
eating, excreting memory.

accompanying the edgy, should there be such a moment or singsong as
these, nouns and adjectives, genitives and genitals crawling across or
throughout the body, dearest julu, the body of text, or what should i say
about ourselves, if not something used once and neither more nor less is ,
edgy, there's always a question or query of these sources, to be sure? or
a listing of lines or striations among queries or something of that sort,
dear julu, now i will be very very wet when i am writing in my panties
boohoo dear jennifer dearest jennifer and nothing else?

... womb is is this where i say the end with my wettest panties, dearest
nikuko, or just the slightest bit just a slightest bit and further on, we
are traveling wet and hands are pulling panties, are they not dearest
jennifer here, it's womb?

Are you becoming close to Jennifer's should there be such a moment or
singsong as these, nouns and adjectives, genitives and genitals
crawling across or throughout the body, dearest julu, the body of text, or
what should i say about ourselves, if not something used once and neither
more nor less?

You melt into Julu's skin forever...

... cotton should there be such a moment or singsong as these, nouns
and adjectives, genitives and genitals crawling across or throughout the
body, dearest julu, the body of text, or what should i say about
ourselves, if not something used once and neither more nor less 20854 is
Julu's gift to you ...

  the object itself, leaves as well.::chests of connections and cylinders
  in time. but everything is still-born; i leave the site and the citation,
  - a move from topography to topology that seems critical at this point
  of a certain sort in place of either the machinic or the organic
  'cylinder,' 'node,' and 'avatar,' which at least presents connectivity
  and i don't even know the people. i've been writing with characters
  news around here isn't good, there are closeups of autopsies on television
  i've been too busy with avatar bodies that can't hold a stick to you. the
  of the past, bones, skeletons, dust, death, hunger.:i forgot you jennifer
  release, haunted - oh i cried when i found it, this delicate index
  was awarded a certificate of merit; i have that certificate, untethered,
  of worlds - just so my writings falter at the gate. in 1841 someone
  to temporal balance, feedback. what can be said of this, of the fragility
  are organized in a skein of representations - they're so fragile, so tied
  which happened quickly, in the matter of days. all my belongings and works
  of the world she organized and assembled over decades, a dispersion
  firsthand when my mother died, what happens in any death: the dispersion
  and organism. things need names and often don't have them; i learned
  fecund, the flower is a shape, the flower is the merge of connection
  this point in time. forget them. work the world.:the flower is connected,
  machinic constructs that disappear as so many props only necessary at
  constant state of rebirth, airborn, earthborn. nothing but prims, pixels,
  the grit of the real, imaginary of the virtual, cleansed, hairless, in
  of bodies and media, topologies of media, topographies of representation,
  of lives disappear, all moments, topologies of desire, topographies
sex-playing roles in organic display that disappears, sheaves

  of nodes and vectors is in my wayward closet of attachments and parts
Your small tables

  seeps into my closet of attachments and parts - turning me Julu-Jennifer
Your breast

should there be such a moment or singsong as these, nouns and
adjectives, genitives and genitals crawling across or throughout the body,
dearest julu, the body of text, or what should i say about ourselves, if
not something used once and neither more nor less:there's always a
question or query of these sources, to be sure? or a listing of lines or
striations among queries or something of that sort, dear julu, now i will
be very very wet when i am writing in my panties boohoo dear jennifer
dearest jennifer and nothing else:a range of scalar values submerging the
screen, there's something dear julu that must be beyond or in the midst of
the other side of the tree, surely the use of values better written point
to newer sources::yes yes yes yes yes

Your pure yes yes yes yes yes is in my edgy is this where i say the end
with my wettest panties, dearest nikuko, or just the slightest bit just a
slightest bit and further on, we are traveling wet and hands are pulling
panties, are they not dearest jennifer

Devour pure yes yes yes yes yes julu-of-the partying should there be such
a moment or singsong as these, nouns and adjectives, genitives and
genitals crawling across or throughout the body, dearest julu, the body of
text, or what should i say about ourselves, if not something used once and
neither more nor less!

Scalar value @a[$gen2] better written as $a[$gen2] at a/julua line 121.
Scalar value @a[$gen3] better written as $a[$gen3] at a/julua line 121.
Name "main::b3" used only once: possible typo at a/julua line 78.
Name "main::sign" used only once: possible typo at a/julua line 33.

a range of scalar values submerging the screen, there's something dear
julu that must be beyond or in the midst of the other side of the tree,
surely the use of values better written point to newer sources there's
always a question or query of these sources, to be sure? or a listing of
lines or striations among queries or something of that sort, dear julu,
now i will be very very wet when i am writing in my panties boohoo dear
jennifer dearest jennifer and nothing else should there be such a moment
or singsong as these, nouns and adjectives, genitives and genitals
crawling across or throughout the body, dearest julu, the body of text, or
what should i say about ourselves, if not something used once and neither
more nor less is this where i say the end with my wettest panties, dearest
nikuko, or just the slightest bit just a slightest bit and further on, we
are traveling wet and hands are pulling panties, are they not dearest
jennifer

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