Re:TheAshLad - Sandbooks

ear's misleading if not false. I didn't. choose it either. I don't recall
asking to be conceived Neither did my parents. come to think of it.
Even so. Score to be settled. Children are vengeance. I. seem to've
known myself from the beginning without knowing I knew no news is.
good news perhaps I'm mistaken. Now that I reflect I'm not enjoying
this life. my link with the world. My situation appears to me as follows
I speak in a. curious detached manner and don't necessarily hear
myself. I'm grateful for. small mercies. Whether anyone follows me I
can't tell. Are you there If so I'm. blind and deaf to you or you are me
or both're both. One may be imaginary. I've had stranger ideas. I hope
I'm a fiction without real hope. Where there's. a voice there's a
speaker. I see I see myself as a halt narrative first. person tiresome.
Pronoun sans ante or precedent warrant or respite. Surrogate. for the
substantive contentless form interestless principle blind eye. blinking at
nothing. Who am I. A little crise d'identite for you. I must. compose
myself. Look I'm writing. No listen I'm nothing but talk I won't. last
long.LifeStory III The reader You dogged uninsultable. printoriented
bastard it's you I'm addressing who else from inside this. monstrous
fiction. You've read me this far then Even this far For what.
discreditable motive How is it you don't go to a movie watch TV stare
at a. wall play tennis with a friend make amorous advances to the
person who comes. your mind when I speak of amorous advances Can
nothing surfeit saturate. you turn you off Where's your
shameMENELAIAD VI ' () ('((What))'). () ' ' ' 'Why' I repeated I
repeated' I repeated I repeated'. I repeated I repeat. ' ' And the woman
with a brideshy smile and. hushed voice replied 'Why what' ' ' Faster
than Athena sealed beneath. missile Sicily upstart Enceladus Poseidon
Nisyros mutine Polybutes I sealed. my wouldwiden eyes snugger than
Porces Laocoon Heracles Antaeus I held to. my point interrogative
Helen to whom as about us combusted nightlong Ilion I. rehearsed our
history horse to horse driving at last as eveningly myself to. the seed
and omphalos of all. . . . ('((((('))) )) ) ' ' Why '. ' ' 'Why' ' ' Why '
'Why' ' ' John Barth Lost in. noemata. arc.hive Re Please read
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format...ContentType textplain. charsetisoIt's not easy to respond to
this and worse in public I. feel but thanks for posting. I can relate to
what you write for myself I. really don't know what lies ahead of me of
course nothing and of the value of. what I'm doing and in what
perspective even that phrasing is way too much. Just. today I thought
about giving up public activity from looking through archived. work
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