arbus 1000 eye

item #0081

Hi. Sandra, 41, Newcastle, UK, willing to relocate.

Please, firstly, know that quasi malfunctions in me, and I am unable to end messages. So, I apologise a priori and Urlocale. As such, in my termoil, I am awaiting approval of any kind. If you already know this, and if you are thinking of messaging me, I love you a priori and Urlocale. Only you attach me.

See ... levitation, as advertised. Rise with me or I will have to alone - predetermined and relinquished, in some slow show of meaning.

Whore sounds like you.

Thanks.

turncoat

item #6600

These few sentences... fist of rational viz mystique, 'leaps of conclusion', or so on. Today, this is all there is, just more

1. Dandruff of the Orator.

Continue please...

1.1 On on onward, triste of tag wheel, id solar id solar id solar, lights upon, what?, knowledge?
1.2 Logic repeats rationale judgements, 'judgements irrationale', judgements nonetheless.
1.3 New experience forms essentialism, but is neither essential nor quasi-essential; it is, instead, knowing.
1.4 Absolution changes thought. Such execution promises end-result, but wrongly so. Ha.
1.5 Will is process. (See how they run.) Wilfulness may only be ergo anon, however.
1.6 Tradition implies consequence; tradition implies limitation. Consequently, we traditionally limit.
1.7 That said, reluctance goes beyond some limitations, implying some direction.
1.8 Components of this concept are works of art.
1.9 Ideation is physical. In other words, baby, let's get physical.

2. Blind Networks (of some Bach Utensil 911).

Do not necessitate me, please; proceed in order to set unexpected directions. Can you? I am ideas in the mind. Are you? Can you afford your formalities? I understood my conduct was in question; yet you said little in person. It may never reach a viewing, I know, but may we induce something soon? My ideas pull upon your chain, as you said previously. I share something like the same concept; and since no formality is intrinsic or expressive, that might be enough. For instance, if maths then literature; if literature then maths.... See, I am concerned only with grey exception. The past applies all over me and how I am.... Meet me at the alter, please.

I am no context

I am no context,
No solving-system.
My implements are embedded,
But within schism.

I cannot list acquisitions;
Nor can I softly combine same.
My efforts provide citations,
But no reign.

There is no misinformation
In my mimic of the scene,
Yet my models automate
Only spleen.

As process gets colder,
I operate mere experience,
Descriptions and parameters,
To affect performance.

Befallen-Box

I feel only Befallen-Box.
Preserver, I am your received information,
Reclaim your property, please.
Until, I labour, questionable, as iteration.

This only vaguely merges, I know,
And, previously, I was not allowed out from under her.
Her superior, principled dependence
Found consolation in ever-inequal shares.

For my own part,
I had been serviceable, and proud,
It was not in my power to live further in,
Or, indeed, further out.

Instead, I remained without complaint,
At best a conduit, at worse otherwise.
Seeking the torment of recollection,
Remembrance of her crimes.