29/11/2008

Mona won

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Sweet dear . yer opus card's maxed. Come here. Dareone. Between our cupped. Lip to rewarded lip. Yer sonnet cared my speech. Mona twined around your bogue. Brogue to your leaning love. You're now where to foundering. Covering elbows with patched. It's yours to have. Only effort calls your coat.


                                        Open your blouse to talk. Epistle lover worried at her kempt. No knocks to pair the thighs. Ruined by your reserved enter to this exit. burrowed to our body. mother to our guess. Usher it to hour, hover by this plaintiff, palinode to say hunkered with our vignette. Mona fragiled her worn.



Everyday you wait pride becomes your care. Not this twinkle to your Irish ear. Loosen your barcode married to my lent. This'll invent our lover's suit. Cherished by the air.


























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Ca ll It

Call the whole project a hagiography

Saints
Sainted
not perfect
but
imperfect
becomed
the prophet is
uncomely
but becomes
as becomes
is untimely
unlovely
a
whore of atime
if one 's a chronicle of
fictive biography of real authors
then one's a hagiographer.
a lover of bodytext.
but more
the becomes
are comed
and come again Madame!

25/11/2008

Mister and Mrs Was...



Mister and Mrs Spinoza would like to announce their weed and wedding. Or something along the W line of fling lingam and yoni. O sure, come on Mona get off yer calipers. Produce something wet. As theory has been yer assemblage, youth fades, age dates.

24/11/2008

this is Mona monday

This is yer mOna monday. she is shiel to spent casings. morsel (f) of her body lover. breath to her cut ling lun.g. Lingua to her lingam ~ . Hmm yes. shall working to her reluctant patter. Franny's manner is active stereodetyping. she's rued her H' to every S'h.


Are you moving yer reticent indigo idioms to her e~ to Hear not Sea. But carepackage is not Ear Drop

16/11/2008

tu n e up yer ra dio

the Multiplicity oftheE Burrow ragged round bevel. Jill saith to Claire Dia _Logos i n Housing of Rare turned on radio FM AM tuning one two one two 1.... 2 .... tuning fork...
Mister

tune
up
yer
radio

14/11/2008

jIll go au to poeiti c

space defined by an autopoietic system is self-contained and cannot be described by using dimensions that define another space. When we refer to our interactions with a concrete autopoietic system, however, we project this system on the space of our manipulations and make a description of this pr

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Here the s ee whe nce as Jill to self con ta in i ng
her smi le is that
thating as it speaking
worn to eating

hear to compose compose
pose
she pose pose
third person i ng as it leaf

however not grief

but leaded widow glass
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An autopoietic machine is a machine organized (defined as a unity) as a network of processes of production (transform

"An autopoietic machine is a machine organized (defined as a unity) as a network of processes of production (transformation and destruction) of components which: (i) through their interactions and transformations continuously regenerate and realize the network of processes (relations) that produced them; and (ii) constitute it (the machine) as a concrete unity in space in which they (the components) exist by specifying the topological domain of its realization as such a network." (Maturana, Varela, 1980, p. 78)
"[…] the space defined by an autopoietic system is self-contained and cannot be described by using dimensions that define another space. When we refer to our interactions with a concrete autopoietic system, however, we project this system on the space of our manipulations and make a description of this projection." (Maturana, Varela, 1980, p. 89)

09/11/2008

nto that is what I calls squaring.

she write "sqaured hypoteuse of bloc"

as wind does.

as any hoof bangs.
cape flung carriage!

Wheeled her winging. O come along now, Derry, there's nothing left there, but the nothing.

More Soon! good Blog!

Not a

ng.Mister Milton meets Mister Plateau Deleuze. Or Jil l encountering Paradise Lost. Satan grabbing Mona and Jill, Franny frantic background. Not a saint, but a becoming. Not a rigadoon and a rigamarole, however a dandy on the fairy island. Was hope the name of narrative. Can abstraction beats its frustrated monitor? Her wings buzz. She shiver me thimble archeytypal around the malarkey mandala. She wink around her wisp tip ear. Or sailing pendent boated raft off Satan's cup of tea.

What regent bears this knave? Crystal ball of lingering intent, her body's escaped the prevalent mood. Detoir. Detear. Retear. her cumbersome cave, is melancholy's comic brood.

Heft! my lovelies! not followers.