File spoon-archives/bataille.archive/bataille_1999/bataille.9904, message 22


Date: Wed, 7 Apr 1999 08:03:50 -0300 (ADT)
From: Stacey Maxine Armstrong <armstrsm-AT-is2.dal.ca>
Subject: Re: blue



riposte...riposte...riposte

con in the cave of spank banks...lacking the banks...ground to sky...the
hooded child fleshes...glistening surfacing...singing blood or white
falling...forgetting core...unforgettable...forgotten...covering...
merging...the glistening licks an affinity of strata... skirting
pleats ... infinity of layers...sheets...stains of paper...they are her
sun and only...never dry...she radiates...slow...sweet...sticky...painful
rosing...filtering through blue glass the willing tears...solid 
volumes...struggling opacity that rocks deep without duration...her light
doesnt spread but spawns...inception forms mattering veins...veins of
matter muttering...the survival of the survivors...curls nature to
external without kernals...the memory of masked ball...fables without
monsters...cut toes to fit the slippers...scepters to serpants...memories
transplanted to fit the fittest...owly...awly... come in laden with cat in
the hat possibilities...the rainy wet in sole...handle with difficulty...
how gift or graft without exception?  gloss the lips then rent the
rest...chiasmic aporia...symbols which exceed allegorical projections
...lips which gloss whole other meeting...rhyme.. wry  me... rhythme...
writhing me that laughs you... bank the spank of mandible concrete...she
knows the inside of her mouth better than anyone...tracing words on maps of 
teeth...jawing folds of lateral cheeks ..langue the parols of her lacking
banking... the clothes of concerto courting sands...declension...unclench
the sun for seasons left lighting...drill wholes for mandibles...tentative
tentacles cruised for inkling...intentionally bad at lying...Eye in direct 
Discourse...looking for Theramene's shoes...protean shoes for tripping...
masticate buskin...the affirmation to Ulysses from Kate...yes I said yes I
will yes.  "Flower the pan?" Necro Man asks. "Depends if you want the
dependible edible?"

sma 

> > > Specks reflect out in every pleat of ehr/reh/her lies... In every
lisp...
> there is a tick from rose to knows,,, each one them is surface sealing
in amd.
> never ever stops....hatching a colony of drillers,,, No flesh is needed
> here... Flush is the breed,,, Cannibals of the world take your toll,,, This
> is a place for no dolls,,, The fittest is the survival... it is what makes
> the archival.... brings the rivals... Heat steams the brains of every
> cell... Nothing left except the yell,,, Memory grown for the bell,,, Shall I
> lick again,,,, Can I not lick again,,, The moment that passed ... lasts....
> How shall I run away from the wage and rage.... I've been chained with a new
> brain with much pain.... It is my gain.... With those drilling machines each
> lick is the best pick I can get,,, A colony oozing its carnivorous fever
> with every smattering move of a tongue,,, Nothing left of it... except the
> tongue of my hands... It does not talk.... it scats on the screen...
> Inklinking everywhere ... give birth for a monstrous desseminators ... I am
> already pinned down adamently struggling,,, struggling to tear my flesh with
> every drop of silence.... my speech couches away in fear and terror...
> Errors cannot save.... A plugged nose in a rose sharpening the hairy
> hose.... Let me smell.... do I get the spell!!!! Hell I live with me tap
> hors.... Of course, my feast is death.... it is my bless... can you escape
> from such guest!!!  Eyes are everywhere... rolling and kicking anywhere....
> they flash, sparkles, and hail in whichever positioning one is.... Words are
> Kuma sutric creatures... they fly and lie.... just to give a shock rock like
> a hog that makes the cream screams.... No sooner the laugh takes place....
> there you are hooksups the ceiling of the memory.... Get down!!! they
> order.... passwords.... needed.... I hate passwords.... I execrate
> passorders.. Can I be a wanderer who wonders..... Nah!!! Nah!!! I am not
> allowed.... I am made to be grass.... to some might be brass.... No brushing
> can glean.... ce c'est possible!!! oui oui..... a lolly with every lick a
> colour and a taste... no difference.... french or english..... suck it
> more..... the more you feel the drillers drill.... they won't get tired as
> long as that plug is hugged...Nom ads, mon ads ... a market of naming for
> selling... I am a whore .... pennies (Sterling:) for sale... flesh and words
> are eaten... and beaten... a bake you can take with no time... it is a
> lime.. burns and churns..... Asking the Necro Man you need to prepare the
> pan!!! Turtella and tarantella tegether are no feather ...Prepare the cable
> on the table... make me fable and not a label... Alone is a loan..
> 
> amd        
> 
> 
> n every lick a second mortgage....timid nation...gaging death....without
> >sequence...without the time of rhyme....succor the seconds of wasted
> >timing...waging....wager waggery...would you control the wages
> >wagging...without payment....without expectation...without time...outing
> >the pouting...Awe! Awe!...rosaniline adamantine....A rose in a
> >line...Ad Man in time...sharpen words with metaphors and rushes...the
> >brushes of blushes...a loan is not a lone...a rose arose...words as eyes
> >die rolling...you are no torturer...turtles and tortes...omissions and
> >butter cakes...feasting death...the leaven and taken....second death gage
> >of a page....scream scrolling... my I's to find pleasure in inscribing
> >every bit of my body...each word hiccups a rosary of laughter...traces and
> >remainders of burnt out you...dead words without screens...no dressing or
> >addressing...the suck of the words...stepping on doors and
> >frames...Stacey...shearing you content...dead leaves in guttering...the
> >shuddering ooze...need them? toes a rose blushing with brushing...what
> >canes beside words...choose lolly sucking..."he took the house" gagging
> >lolly...lolly gagging...a frame for a frame...a knot for knot...a maze for
> >a maze...We are framed with flames...a rose a ruse a rouge...the
> >reader...is seen in what she sees....second second destiny...Die Lated...
> >commentary...ticking commentary...commentary can/tic(k)le...Awe! Awe! Con 
> >Still Late...no lines but curves of time...pointed seconds...pointed
> >words...second words...yes. Nomads of the earth do not play with sets!!
> >...Monads of the earth play with sets of flesh eating words... shimmy
> >stars..."He left me laughing" ...Necro Man I Ask. The Can/table set for
> >Tea and Tort(ur)e...Spacey wasting My time?...Nawe! ..Nawe ...tick
> >...tick... What NO autograph...(?) A star map...mapping..."the formula
> >of the game is: give birth to a dancing star with the chaos that one has
> >in onself"...Constant...Content...Dilating Die Lating in a exponentially 
> >doing universe...I' m alone...I'm a loan.... 
> >
> >miasma
> >MeAsSMA
> >
> >
> >
> 
> 



   

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