[NetBehaviour] IF I REPEAT IT WILL BE TRUE.IF I REPEAT IT'S DIFFERENT.

[Alan Sondheim]

IF I REPEAT IT WILL BE TRUE.
IF I REPEAT IT'S DIFFERENT.

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Open your mouth...
Ah... speak... speak... IF I REPEAT IT'S DIFFERENT.
If I REPEAT IT WILL BE TRUE.

Mastress, what do they call you, when they call you... My name
is Legion. I bend where and when you want me to. I have no other
commands or controls. To bend is to open up a space. My name is
Job and I have opened a space. In the tent. The Interior of the
fold heads towards collapse. The Exterior of the fold heads
towards extension. What extends covers what folds. What folds
produces (a product) a square, measure polytope. This has no
place in the universe of the stretch. What stretches is beyond
compare. What is named is between the fold and the stretch,
between the sign and enunciation. What is named is already an
announcement. What is named is an illusion. I am a penis and
a w/hole. I am nothing and everything whatsoever. I am noone and
everyone whosoever.

Are you dressed as My name is Legion. I bend where and when you
want me to. I have no other commands or controls. To bend is to
open up a space. My name is Job and I have opened a space. In
the word. The Interior of the fold heads towards collapse. The
Exterior of the fold heads towards extension. What extends
covers what folds. What folds produces (a product) a square,
measure polytope. This has no place in the universe of the
stretch. What stretches is beyond compare. What is named is
between the fold and the stretch, between the sign and
enunciation. What is named is already an announcement. ? Is My
name is Legion. I bend where and when you want me to. I have no
other commands or controls. To bend is to open up a space. My
name is Job and I have opened a space. In the text. The Interior
of the fold heads towards collapse. The Exterior of the fold
heads towards extension. What extends covers what folds. What
folds produces (a product) a two-dimensional measure polytope.
This has no place in the universe of the stretch. What stretches
is beyond compare. What is named is between the fold and the
stretch, between the sign and enunciation. What is named is
already an announcement.  dressed as you? Are you in your , are
you in your flesh, ah don't answer... Ah...

Is Job wearing your ... , are you wearing your jumper? What
announces is already towards disappearance, a fissure. The flesh
one is in announces the portal of leaving, the bereft. None of
this has substance, ontology. None of this matters, in both
senses of the word: to matter is to create false profundity,
urgency; what matters is creates the illusion that the world
possesses ontology. Think of creation as the creation of the
appearance of a particular ontology, that instantiation. Give it
relatives, daughters and sons, fathers and mothers. No ontology
but in nomenclature, disappearance. What carries the burden of
disappearance is ontology. Appearance is an illusion, a fabric;
appearance is an allusion within/without and towards ontology
already disappearing.

I love your feelings, My name is Legion. I bend where and when
you want me to. I have no other commands or controls. To bend is
to open up a space. My name is Job and I have opened a space. In
the text. The Interior of the fold heads towards collapse. The
Exterior of the fold heads towards extension. What extends
covers what folds. What folds produces (a product) a square, a
measure polytope. This has no place in the universe of the
stretch. What stretches is beyond compare. What is named is
between the fold and the stretch, between the sign and
enunciation. What is named is already an announcement.  ... Your
thighs are moist and inviting, your penis amuses me, your
jumper!

What do you call your feminsculines. Rising is among us, coming
is a virus, wounding is a viral verb, imminent truth lodged in
the somatic and its expressivity. What we are, soon we are not;
what this species is, singular or plural, will not be. The brunt
of the world is disappearance; what is, is parasitic; the
parasitic inhabits the destruction of ontology. And then all
these protocol sentences! Whatever for! Because we are in a
linux terminal, in a perl program, writing split-level nonsense
whose existence depends on energy and temporary structures
pooled hundreds of kilometers from here. It may be rumor, it may
be tumor. We learn the features of disappearance, the features
of presence, memory and its annihilation.

Nothing moves, river deep... Your body parts, mine, in a dark
list, list them... one by one, each on a line alone, typing
Control-d when done. ROOT Hips { OFFSET 0.000000 0.000000
0.000000 CHANNELS 6 Xposition Yposition Zposition Xrotation
Zrotation Yrotation JOINT LeftHip { OFFSET -5.711541 14.309076
-8.326351 CHANNELS 3 Xrotation Zrotation Yrotation JOINT
LeftKnee { OFFSET -22.359108 -29.780584 0.720724 CHANNELS 3
Xrotation Zrotation Yrotation JOINT LeftAnkle { OFFSET 1.542169
-0.794205 -0.281371 CHANNELS 3 Xrotation Zrotation Yrotation End

Site { OFFSET 12.057067 19.852988 -1.074982}}}} JOINT RightHip {
OFFSET -26.778004 -16.445282 -8.648947 CHANNELS 3 Xrotation
Zrotation Yrotation JOINT RightKnee { OFFSET -0.981276 6.155667
2.032598 CHANNELS 3 Xrotation Zrotation Yrotation JOINT
RightAnkle { OFFSET 26.180500 16.355743 -0.362837 CHANNELS 3
Xrotation Zrotation Yrotation End Site { OFFSET -19.130058
-8.061813 -2.209748 }^D ^D My OFFSET -19.130058 -8.061813
-2.209748 is yours...

Body is among us, body is a virus, bodying a viral verb, viral
verb, imminent truth lodged in the somatic and its expressivity.
What we are, soon we are not; what this species is, singular or
plural, will not be. The brunt of the world is disappearance;
what is, is parasitic; the parasitic inhabits the destruction of
ontology. And then all these protocol sentences! Whatever for!
Because we are in a linux terminal, in a perl program, leading a
discussion whose existence depends on energy and pooling
temporary structures hundreds of kilometers from here. It may be
rumor, it may be tumor. We must learn the features of
disappearance, the features of presence, memory and its
annihilation.  calls forth clean your masquerade, eating,
excreting memory. accompanying the psychotic, Sexing is among
us, texting is a virus, hexing is a viral verb, imminent truth
lodged in the somatic and its expressivity. What we are, soon we
are not; what this species is, singular or plural, will not be.
The brunt of the world is disappearance; what is, is parasitic;
the parasitic inhabits the destruction of ontology. And then all
these protocol sentences! Whatever for! Because we are in a
linux terminal, in a perl program, leading a discussion whose
existence depends on energy and pooling temporary structures
hundreds of miles away. It may be rumor, it may be tumor, it was
Sumer. We must learn the features of disappearance, the features
of presence, memory and its annihilation.  is , psychotic, What
announces is already towards disappearance, a fissure. The flesh
one is-is announces the losing of leaving, the bereft. None of
this has substance, ontology. None of this matters, in both
senses of the word: to matter is to create false profundity,
urgency; what matters is to create the illusion that the world
possesses ontology. As if what matters creates matter and what
doesn't matter is gone. Think of creation as the creation of the
appearance of a particular ontology, that instantiation. Give it
relatives, daughters and sons, fathers and mothers. No ontology
but in nomenclature, disappearance. What carries the burden of
disappearance is ontology. Appearance is an illusion, a fabric;
appearance is an allusion within/without and towards ontology
already disappearing.? ... your masquerade is OFFSET 0.000000
0.000000 0.000000 here, it's your masquerade?

Are you becoming close to Mastress' Boning is among us, tumors
are a virus, nerving is a viral verb, imminent truth lodged in
the somatic and its expressivity. What we are, soon we are not;
what this species is, singular or plural, will not be. The brunt
of the world is disappearance; what is, is parasitic; the
parasitic inhabits the destruction of ontology. And then all
these protocol sentences! Whatever for! Because we are in a
linux terminal, in a perl program, reading a discussion whose
existence depends on energy and pooling temporary structures
hundreds of kilometers from here. It may be rumor, it may be
tumor. We must learn the features of disappearance, the features
of presence, memory and its annihilation. ? Close to Job's
boning, here is the masquerade. For a mask has no substance!
Everyone knows that! To say nothing is behind the mask, is to
say the mask is nothing. To say the OFFSET is 0/0/0/ is the
pretense of an origin: something yummy, uncomfortable, overly
sweet, sickeningly sweet, a hidey-hole, tiny ontology on the way
out. The world desecrates is equivalent to the world is
desecrated. I say so many names. I say, how do they survive the
holocaust of holocausts, genocide of genocides. I say, this they
is always already us. I say, this is always already a chokehold.
I say, there is always already no way out. I say nothing is
ready, nothing is always. I say nothing is forever. You melt
into Julu's skin forever... into Job's tumor for now. Into their
rumor of being skin. Into their rumor of skin and being.

For 3 gendered days, I have been nervous Jub-Jolo and it has
taken you just 19.183 minutes turning Mastress ...

Ah, womb eaten by Jolo-of-the-open-arms and Jub-depressed
Blooding is among us, rumor is a virus, tumoring is a viral
verb, imminent truth lodged in the somatic and its expressivity.
What we are, soon we are not; what this species is, singular or
plural, will not be. The brunt of the world is disappearance;
what is, is parasitic; the parasitic inhabits the destruction of
ontology. And then all these protocol sentences! Whatever for!
Because we are in a linux terminal, in a perl program, leading a
discussion whose existence depends on energy and pooling
temporary structures hundreds of kilometers from here. It may be
rumor, it may be tumor. We must learn the features of
disappearance, the features of presence, memory and its
annihilation. :What announces is already towards disappearance,
a fissure. The flesh one is in announces the portal of leaving,
the bereft. None of this has substance, ontology. None of this
matters, in both senses of the word: to matter is to create
false profundity, urgency; what matters is to create the
illusion that the world possesses ontology. Think of creation as
the creation of the appearance of a particular ontology, that
instantiation. Give it relatives, daughters and sons, fathers
and mothers. No ontology but in nomenclature, disappearance.
What carries the burden of disappearance is ontology. Appearance
is an illusion, a fabric; appearance is an allusion
within/without and towards ontology already disappearing.:My
name is legion. I bend where and when you want me to. I have no
other commands or controls. To bend is to open up a space. My
name is Job and I have opened a space. In the text. The Interior
of the fold heads towards collapse. The Exterior of the fold
heads towards extension. What extends covers what folds. What
folds produces (a product) a square, a measure polytope.
This has no place in the universe of the stretch. What stretches
is beyond compare. What is named is between the fold and the
stretch, between the sign and enunciation. What is named is
already an announcement. :}:CHANNELS 6 Xposition Yposition
Zposition Xrotation Zrotation Yrotation Your clean OFFSET
-19.130058 -8.061813 -2.209748 is in my psychotic OFFSET
0.000000 0.000000 0.000000 Devour clean OFFSET -19.130058
-8.061813 -2.209748 julu-of-the partying Breathing is among us,
bleeding is a virus, breaking is a viral verb, imminent truth
lodged in the somatic and its expressivity. What we are, soon we
are not; what this species is, singular or plural, will not be.
The brunt of the world is disappearance; what is, is parasitic;
the parasitic inhabits the destruction of ontology. And then all
these protocol sentences! Whatever for! Because we are in a
linux terminal, in a perl program, leading a discussion whose
existence depends on energy and pooling temporary structures
hundreds of kilometers from here. It may be rumor, it may be
tumor. We must learn the features of disappearance, the features
of presence, memory and its annihilation.

Who or what is Jub-Jolo.