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To: Marco Polo who wrote (1794)	6/23/1999 1:00:00 AM
From: jpmac	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 2095

same lines tangling whirling too fast to follow danger entering combat zone he smiles assignments in hand never mind your desire do not rise above your station nor question structure it's what you deserve he drew the card same lines tangling round you cutting deep strangling

To: Marco Polo who wrote (1794)	6/30/1999 11:21:00 PM
From: Volsi Mimir	Respond to of 2095

Borders Borders of Can't. [you're right-] Message 8564986 Borders of self [Autopsycholography-] Message 8083540 Autopsycholography Pessoa The poet is a faker. He Fakes it so completely, He even fakes he's suffering The pain he's really feeling. And they who read his writing Fully feel while reading Not that pain of his that's double, But theirs, completely fictional. So on its tracks goes round and round, To entertain the reason, That wound-up little train We call the heart of man. ---===--- ---===--- hell,who cares how ya feel,lets dance Maestro ......little fiddlin music: Borderline Two-Step Step forward,cross the imaginary line Whirl,.....when ya gonna learn Dip,..try to go back Step back,..nothing to it Two stepping.. in your own mind Now step up,cross the imaginary line Whorl,.....this times for real Dip, ..what- somethings changed Side step ..and its no return Too bad cant go back.. this time c. denton,texas is this here what they call a line dance?

To: Marco Polo who wrote (1794)	7/6/1999 8:50:00 PM
From: Volsi Mimir	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 2095

flambe of mandlebrot in aspic dip my tongue in rum (ho har) and touch the flame of the smallest taper of K's¹ candelabra [¹knowledge] IGNITES setting it a fire just to tell this once: a butterfly in a flutter creates a typhoon what is your creation? some day some day the thing you do now will change your world our world ripples minutely yet exponentially for even nothing is something in chaos concomitantly chaos unhomogenized patterns undulating existing recreating for itself with itself by itself in itself lovely natural vicissitude our home systematic chaos i swallow my tongue extinguish the burn watch carefully in the mirror the whirl of smoke what use to be words rise and dance from my ears [-like an old cartoon,eh?] watch it twirl expand dissipate never fortelling the path never retrace from beginning hard as it tries or maybe not never to go back never again we never i never and breathing out not a fiery breathing dragon just some hot air for distant clouds on a hazy day [opalescense] or fog that masks the smoke and mirror never told only once [by me at least] (ho hum)