Date: Thu, 12 Dec 2002 01:13:53 -0500 (EST)
Subject: Re: Sto P MaKIng Sense and Stop Wasting Time


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Malodour, do you ever stop being solemn and serious? are you at able to read, do you see no intelligibility in what others do? Are you so self-righteous all of the
time? Tell me Count why do you not speak in your own name? I am against any Ism, I am dada, I am a Buddhist I come to bring a light. Excuse me, do you have a light? Have you read the Hamlet letters? I am against your fucking wars and causes, all of them, I think  life is horrible and no matter who is in power, be it Arafat, Bush, Gandhi whoever whenever whate ver It is all the Same. It is about Power.i I dont care for the game, and I cannot play it and never could. I am a loser, a beautiful loser to quote whats her names  famous forgotten novel of the same name. I am a lover of all tribes and races,
and suffer frightful anxieties from having lived in Saravejo, Montreal, Paris, the slums, Bejing, a thousand tiny texts, I practice Safe Text, do you, I am a malamiya bad luck, ill assorted body-without-organs, I am the pleasure, zone, I think nothing happened ,. I dont even want to know there were men before me, I got fucked up the ass and also fucked up the ass I was the sodomizer of philosphers We live between your legs and eyes, the little perverse things you wish away I am against repressive laws of Islam of Jehohave of Old Nobodaddy, I am Yes of Ulysses by James Joyce and the No of Yeats, the Vision I am the pedestrian you are afraid, I am the godson of Jesus I sucked his cock while reading Bergons, and had lesbian sex with Allahs wives, I am the goddess he exiled. I am Calcutta and Moscow and Moinesti. I am the translation in your soup the snip in your cuts, the dotted lines along the elipse.
Stinky odour I image you masturbating while the madmen make war, I go the brothel of the Balcony of my Father Jean Genet and ask your name, you the count, the Isadore Ducasse of my Daughter are all we have ,a wedding of death and silence, of symettrey and poetry lost in the moment.
 Maldoror <insektus-AT-yahoo.com> wrote:
do you ever have anything useful to say aside from a
bunch of random babblings in which you make not only
buddhism but feminism laughable. since you've been
here all i've seen are a bunch of random articles and
your pop-ethereal ramblings about your goddesses that
are obviously the voices in your head that tell you to
type this crap. // MY crap ploughs the reft of the words between the deaths of each hip wrist. Can you dig?

though i'll give you credit for being entertaining in// I am afraid my love I do not read your words as something sarcastic. I suspect you want sex and instead you watch this thing called television of which I know nothing/
a way akin to someone in the darwin awards.

oh and by the way we don't need to hear about your
desire to come. keep that to yourself or go rent a
porno movie.///// I like to hear about coming,/ are you coming your hear to oh the way to keep that yerself about/rent a come/ a orgasm a piroutte.



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Malodour, do you ever stop being solemn and serious? are you at able to read, do you see no intelligibility in what others do? Are you so self-righteous all of the

time? Tell me Count why do you not speak in your own name? I am against any Ism, I am dada, I am a Buddhist I come to bring a light. Excuse me, do you have a light? Have you read the Hamlet letters? I am against your fucking wars and causes, all of them, I think  life is horrible and no matter who is in power, be it Arafat, Bush, Gandhi whoever whenever whate ver It is all the Same. It is about Power.i I dont care for the game, and I cannot play it and never could. I am a loser, a beautiful loser to quote whats her names  famous forgotten novel of the same name. I am a lover of all tribes and races,

and suffer frightful anxieties from having lived in Saravejo, Montreal, Paris, the slums, Bejing, a thousand tiny texts, I practice Safe Text, do you, I am a malamiya bad luck, ill assorted body-without-organs, I am the pleasure, zone, I think nothing happened ,. I dont even want to know there were men before me, I got fucked up the ass and also fucked up the ass I was the sodomizer of philosphers We live between your legs and eyes, the little perverse things you wish away I am against repressive laws of Islam of Jehohave of Old Nobodaddy, I am Yes of Ulysses by James Joyce and the No of Yeats, the Vision I am the pedestrian you are afraid, I am the godson of Jesus I sucked his cock while reading Bergons, and had lesbian sex with Allahs wives, I am the goddess he exiled. I am Calcutta and Moscow and Moinesti. I am the translation in your soup the snip in your cuts, the dotted lines along the elipse.

Stinky odour I image you masturbating while the madmen make war, I go the brothel of the Balcony of my Father Jean Genet and ask your name, you the count, the Isadore Ducasse of my Daughter are all we have ,a wedding of death and silence, of symettrey and poetry lost in the moment.

 Maldoror <insektus-AT-yahoo.com> wrote:

do you ever have anything useful to say aside from a
bunch of random babblings in which you make not only
buddhism but feminism laughable. since you've been
here all i've seen are a bunch of random articles and
your pop-ethereal ramblings about your goddesses that
are obviously the voices in your head that tell you to
type this crap. // MY crap ploughs the reft of the words between the deaths of each hip wrist. Can you dig?

though i'll give you credit for being entertaining in// I am afraid my love I do not read your words as something sarcastic. I suspect you want sex and instead you watch this thing called television of which I know nothing/
a way akin to someone in the darwin awards.

oh and by the way we don't need to hear about your
desire to come. keep that to yourself or go rent a
porno movie.///// I like to hear about coming,/ are you coming your hear to oh the way to keep that yerself about/rent a come/ a orgasm a piroutte.