[NetBehaviour] An engineer's ocean

[james jwm-art net]

Hi Lewis,

I've many harvest a spent ingrained hour sword processioning on my ivory
stilts.

I mean I like this engineers ocean. Is it like mental arithmatic
gymnastica, or digital harvest/process?

James.

On 12/6/2008, "Lewis LaCook" <llacook at yahoo.com> wrote:

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>http://www.xanaxpop.org/2008/06/12/an-engineers-ocean/
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>You wake to nausea a negated sea and the clock starting over and over
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>staring at you across much earlier than you’d like. Earlier your ears
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>remembered the alarm going off and debt haunting like traces of semen
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>pulled over your mouse pad like you moved there, but of necessity
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>performative, neither from nor to but inhabiting. Well. The burned are
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>already whispering to you those secrets that recoil while firing flames
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>gnawing at the mid-range in her belly of sounds. But why does the first
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>connection attempt fail? Because of sophistication testicular references
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>enhance nascent craters arching busty like a parsed vellum a level of
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>velor and unbridled candor or abandoned. On between as in and or among.
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>Fucking time-based art you wake to, a nigger sea is me creased and
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>siphoning left feelings eating others’ regard for me the wastes of some
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>distance to love up on ivory stilts. And on her belly of sounds. You’re
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>rigid at the gears that arch her back along an engineer’s ocean. Anyone
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>can have a word-processing. Well, the burned are up and at it again
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>their gain flailing knobs and flooding headphones while uploads whisper
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>those secrets that recoil after pressing on with the business. Oh, there
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>are many wonderful things to worry about! Like kind of partially
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>incomplete. SARS. Upturned leaves today give the appearance of
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>immaculate dogwood god-hungry jackal, slipping orbs almost Orphic but
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>moodily ore your ears scream, screw your ears. Damage like this is a
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>diamond to spell check. Almost anyone can have a habit of
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>word-processing. This avian flu has come muddied with dust moaning
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>yellow bathes in salt last month the whole belly of sounds bean tucked
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>away in raining folds thickening rapidly. Damn! Tits are a lovely
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>reminder of gravity! But it’s only a lake as of yet, here where glaciers
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>must have you on the coffee-table. You’ll maybe spend a few hours on
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>your ivory stilts maybe walking or lurching through cities the crust
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>removed and so exposed soft bread fiber at fruit. Having a sudo bash. 
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>Oh, she’s got this beautiful tapering down below! You wake to now slowly
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>wooden swollen fists. Later on the alarm has rungs.
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>Lewis LaCook
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