Date: Wed, 30 Jul 2003 13:39:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Deterritory <verlainelefou-AT-yahoo.com>
Subject: Re: first course in understanding Badiouism recuperation


Now is not this fascinating and more. It is a critter plateau deterritoire. Alors.

ildegir sun <ildegirsun-AT-yahoo.no> wrote:

Fili was trying to invent a new style, she was fed up of her own previous style, so actually, she decided a first gesture by speaking about Badiou, but this did not work, so she has added in the previous mail, what to say as how intruction of old thinking she has taken from her toren unconscious, in pieced dilution, scarely carefully million lion, on the page. Was this Litterature? Was this what Poetry would be? It was uncertain, and she kept smiling as Mona Lisa the Lillake, when discussing her thought as she was, trying to reach to the point where expression and content are one and body organ inorgan hic is recuperated away from the language which had set it's orginal foundation. The romantic ruins were keeping the rest of her thoughts busy, the unconscious was too incative in the act of recuperation was being into process in this, so she started playing with her thoughts. This is why she could find a living in the internet. The deleuze list was an harbour of thoughts. She had not
forgotten her consciousness, which was drewing her here or there, to the measure of the deep ocean of the second unconscious. The ruins crumbled and we had to go. We took the ship and arrived in a big foreign city, where three grapefruit juic smiled by sending emails to land we had now totally forgotten. Post romantic had we begun to understand from our writing. We didn't know what was the time of year but the hydrogen was still in the back of the boat, and we could be as bird, as well as fish. The secretely hidden hydrogen was in the back, and we could be as tiger or a sheep, we were good, and thus we could be wrong, because we were the good. Oh, yes, there was no necessity to build the Pyramid of Cheops, because the crypt knew our secret. Language fell on our head, so we carried a message by email to the remaining wall. As we could be bird or fish, we chose to be bird of prey, and navigated as a travelling bird migrating bird, using language of the dark forces, but we knew we
could well be the good, so we called we said, to the language that we used that we were the good, and she was happy, because she recognized that she had had a good intuition from the Television Industrial Compound. It was instructive to know this boy, who told her many good and sweet, which was so arrogant with her, and which took no offence in her occupation with the angels. But the darkness of the immaterial visible colours were there, approaching silence. Bye, so She used to say to the computer, and disappeared in an other bar.

Regards,

Fili Houtman

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