....one of your newsgroups. i feel your compulsion. let one clarify:
discussion confuses. let's discuss: all is confused, one is confusing.
fuck, those two guys who took over for that other guy spent tens of
thousands of pages attempting proof of one and one but failed to
even show one is on the table.

trailer bride at cap live tonight. one would say more oifwhat one knew.

what is the date for plastic applicator, fly bitches, cobra khhhhhn?

my apologies in advance to dedicated followers. the boss has other plans.
my apologies in advance to bi-q's. duty beckons arrogance.

other contested rules of grammar.

one seeks control of one's evocation, a possession never in hand,
only in mind, itself a shallow grip of many hands gropeing. everything
is a contributing cause to a little man named dead. the construction of
beauty reached it's point of departure, transferred at the station,
-became- the construction of nerdiness. one calls for authority, then
abandons the claim when the documents further interests other than what
one would like, -becomes- satisfied with the rumor of one's participation,
more than willing to attempt to substantiate with yet more stories. monkey
don't see, monkey don't know, monkey don't believe. same as any machine.
precision measures itself short, cuts pages from its vocab, rigorously
forgets suspicion of what is to come, clean as a whistle. ya know, like
there was ever a positivist conception. if what one likes needs no
justification, such hardly bears stateing. what one likes, that is.
yet one wills only to state. one wills only to the state. there may be
a film or not. depends on the class plan. whatever, here at the open
academy, not an invisible university, it fails to meet any criteria without
a cheat sheet for one's own rules. a shopping list of literals all painting
a figure, each the negations of the others.

here, lemme resubmit, with slight alteration. in other letters.

free show, killing for culture, we specialize in out of print.
good at spotting hoaxes anywhere -buthere-.

and then i see the flicker everyone's talking about last night. almost
everyone. you know. a grainy gaudy picture, much like it's referent. well,
sorta one of its referents. there's lotsa skin, flynt, but idunno the, hm,
precision?, accuracy?, of the portrayal as i saw hustler only twice, once
through my eyes, in which i failed to see anything except the slut next
door depicted as 'poor' photography, and through draxx's, in which i saw
peeps kept in the neighbor's basement depicted as some sort of irony.
karl's cheating, he said jerry fartwell, huh huh, knowjustwhatconchameantext.
al thee ya later. i confine my testimony to: it was a fine piece of art to
which i ascribe no truth and prolly much to further the interests of just some.

inotherwordshesaid, same as anything else.

and i didn't add the manufacturers that only had 2 or less votes to this list.

check out 17. 23 is just another number, number, number. i didn't hear there
was a new will is on american. i didn't hear there was a new american. i
didn't hear ()/____.

i didn't see, either, babylon, either. but one is hysterically dedicated,
historically shy, slipping out and making it as well. the blue rags are
locally in the cabinet under the sink. i hope you do. sorry, i'll be gone
again. one day to catch up.

don't email me with death threats. looks great.

there are no terms of accurate representation, everything defames the
subject. this is no different from tobacco employment, or employment,
whatever. this is capital. there seems to be a lack of appreciation of
distinguishing marks from francs. one's own discourse is under erasure.
even i have summin to be stupid for me now. thanks jill! philology is
distorted by its premise. also, women hold seventy three percent of
the world's capital, according to some fact checker for harpers. i've
heard this disputed, as well. everyone appears threatened. everyone is
under attack. i am mocking everything but you, whom i cannot help but
have sympathy for the underpinnings. historically, the tarantella.

well, no, i wanna email several other people, too.

here's watcha might: when one hears words to reinforce the expected,
do the unexpected. don't leave it up to women to fix your shit.
disagree with your friends. if they wanna think that's ad hominem,
let 'em go fuck themselves.

just the lads looking for normal. i would be out of a job.

inattention to hysteria lands a man in jail. inattention to hysteria lands
a woman dead. well, that's the traditional dichotomy. examination of papers
after bastille day shows men many times more prone to hysteria, mostly from
work related traumas. how do you stand it, one said. well, one's predecesor
didn't. go ahead, compare. this isn't even the pistols at their best.

i'm rather looking forward to jane campion. more my kinda flicker. of course,
i meant to say film. she hates that stuff, ya know.

today begins the final countdown, cyborgs set for autodestruct. the bolts are
blown. steam flies out the vents. horns honk. red flashing. the floors, walls,
ceiling shake. a female voice enunciates the obvious with slight alarm.

while heading for the hidden escape pod, i remember my cat. oops.

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