Thursday 2 August 2007
item #7803 I am no longer. Any new messages will form a super-strung retardian simpletonia. lol Am I answering messages which are addressed I me I? No. Never. lol I am thinking carefully and honestly before sending anything intentionally concise and individuated. I do this because there is no such thing as an intrinsically intelligible message. True, with your earlier utterances, you regained my freedom for me; flexing missiles, pinching bullets into foreheads and thighs, like America does. There was, though, a routine aftermath - with its dislocations, its anonymity, its tertiary laws and indices of law. Ka-boom, you said. You did expand my imagination, yes. I stood precogging most often, yes yes. I have a wish to go back, yes. I destroyed the meat map, however, with vegetation ennui, in spades. I'm looking for another way of return; but there can be none, as we know. It is impossible to switch on a semi regular basis. Please Do Not contact me, therefore. I am not interested - because I cannot be interested. I cannot be - I cannot. In a few stolen hours, something ur-tactile took place... I love to play the ur, as you know. For this, I use a camera with a lot of energy, which has been pre-prepared for sexperiment. Your precise opinion on this issue may be tattooed on my tongue, but no matter.... I'm falling upon the lap of god, right now. posted by murmurists at 11:31 PM 0 comments
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