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No breaths, no know(ing) no no, no yes no sighs not sighing not laughing - Beyond beyonder not touching not.
He said: The struggle for supremacy over the nipple will never be won - we need better pacifiers.
She said: But xxxxxxxxx the dream of total tech-no-logical conrol over reality has progessively removed us from things as they are.
He: but you can't just eat weeds forever.
She: But weeds are logical. [(stikethrough) more logical than us] They're not greedy and don't waste time on man control. Did you hear a car drive up? Oh, xx walking to the train today of no consequence. One bird, one dog, one breeze, 3 fumes. Everything is relative.
He: Youre just weaving words like a spider dissolving himself in the construction of his web. Words, phonemes [(strikethrough) noumes] as original as do do. Words are everyone's property like cash. Just because you don't drive a car...
She: What's so outstanding about not driving a car? 2/3 of the earth's people don't drive a car, so why am I so odd. A [(picture) car] plus a [] plus a fossil plus a road leads you to needless, fuelless, earthless mess.
Next day stopped at a busy intersection --->
He: none of us lives on enough land to be alone anymore - to walk, wander, dream... so my car represents a great system of being alone. A green jitney angled sharply in front of him.
He yells: You son of a bitch and shoots 3 birds - Get over you creep Honk honk, Screech! Opens door, shakes fist and yells, You SOB you NFA, spare you the details. For the follwing three moents his prison [(strikethrough) jail] cell was [(strikethrough) represented] another great system of being alone.
There was a knock at the gate. You're getting off, a voice said.
My manhood has been hoodwinked, he said. Where's my womb. How can I go forth in to the world so naked? No membrane, no vessel. I need my moto: my weapons. I've been working on my trajectory, trying to come in closer..
You're getting off, the voice said again.
He: But you don't understand. I can't walk. My feet are nubs and my ass is sore and I'm naked. He pushes some buttons and some servants appear. My only sexuality is fear. I don't want to exist. Iyell aloud some meaningless drabble. Now I feel [] like someone's helping me. I can cuddle. I dream. Go away from me. This is my space. All you vile and angry studes, masters who bang your mistresses and [] the schools. Burning those little brains with the idea that real love can be expressed without a degree of madness. You lack of spontaniety is a sign of your exhaustion. I am nothing. I have no wheels, no name. Does the blessed virgin know me?