(Babel/Serner/Shiela Murphy/Crescent)

does the weather bother you? that's the catch of it Simon i think that it has to be sed that particular werds for particular meanings has problematics but the lunar neap tide avant-garde repetition of the intrinsic something of what is internal that is reflected externally is something continuing but the conception of continuity... werds have no place here, nothing does except doing and in doing there is no understanding, that is understanding the caught clouds eight or fours and legs between showers dark hued lights of neologistic sic coz summer is 'ere and shadows bold performance welds into land like solidity like animals with no perfunctory, no how d'ya do like perticular sense of senses to scribe philosophical mais oui it's bollocks Sure, philosophy is a load of bollocks, I don't disagree with wot is obvious. so why disagreement with myself? what essential essence as a fox wriggles through (not a computer program, not the recesses of my imagination) but through the shreading, darkness of trees beyond my back yard oft' over the road full ta traffic and blending with the skies not-luminant eyes. Journeys possibilities haptic and not sleeping fantasies the moon is bright like a grey shard cuttin' on right up and through the blue sky hue and that is a catch, the weather blooming in wind turning fuck all and countryside wide as any fuk thing possible that nor this evoke that or this or that or this and too long nay one will read it so the fall of words must be restrained before a plausible audience has rung it's concentrative faculties dry and left the web-page or the theatre stage, the side of a book, switchy the telly program o'er to t'other side. It is dry tonight and rain pelts stars light on the flip of the tiled up and roped in roof. that's the caught eager catch the doing of holding the sun is shining like a metaphor like warmth or the bubbles of creativety but solipsism is just a theory and we were's all better off in bed dreaming unexplained dreams
evidence definate not knowing defines knowing arbitration exact and precise the opposite of somesuchorother idea the illusion of chance the movement towards primitivism the "throw the baby out with the bath water" postmodern condition (sic) banana sandwich for lunch
not knowing what is new/a sense of direction/arbitrary analysis,comprehension......
...... sultana bandwidth for crunch
(babel) definitely, evidently &/or know thyself? (/sine qua non) exactly &/or precisely no RUA fatalist? regression (therapy)>nostalgia true, only if both have gone cold (& the unwillingness to leave modernism behind) /yum new is the now, then then is the new now: then is the now new? /direction: eternal /recurrence/fractal minimaxification /wilfully /101
Ant dusk taxidermy protozoic emerging emotiodotty Ant dusk bleeming Creyer Faltics never new never were nether Pleth ora aura Systemic unwordy not dusk Not poem not paper not pen not standing prolix No computers no self no yes no no emotiodotty emerging protozoic taxidermy dusk Ant Clear taxidermy Hooshla the Fox Blooming Freyer Caltics The words of it The werds of it were it as NIGHT BLOOMING CEREUS

PURE REPERTOIRE if there was no need to and need to Ants crawl smithered briny focused Garden shed Garden Glass Women in rivers children borders soft soil twining roses the cup and clasp of it Swifting time the nature of the lark Taxidermy Taxidermy Girls PERFORMED ONCEpink underwear great thighs
meet the fox behind the mask: http://www.hooshla.com/
(serner) we would like to know. why foxes are better masked in the states than in the fridge woods of somewhere else. AND. why is this fox playing a guiTAR? we have to repeat the phrase "shrek"
(babel) Better masks are certainly required. For one, rabbits are far more dangerous there, a consequence of the continued liberalisation of gun-owning policies, particularly with respect to evil bunnies. For more on this I would refer interested readers to http://www.babel.ca , and to the Buffy The Vampire Slayer musical episode, Once More With Feeling: ANYA: Bunnies aren't just cute like everybody supposes! They've got them hoppy legs and twitchy little noses! And what's with all the carrots? What do they need such good eyesight for anyway? [playing air guitar] Bunnies! Bunnies! It must be bunnies! ... ALL: There's nothing EMBODIES AFFAIR we can't face. ANYA: (sits) Except for bunnies.
still those faulty factics persist -Q0478 E89P ()*& 889 S37 + 9PWE89 = TOY CErSCETN
but to be between cultures.... = 24857
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(babel) illumination - the end is in.sight 0013 -> 10/04ACCUMULATED/2005
out of sight?
I have recently been bothered by not bothering the cusp of the e darkened and spinning in sleep

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