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To: Rainy_Day_Woman who wrote (6646)	11/24/2000 12:50:26 AM
From: Volsi Mimir	Respond to of 13018

delicious yet pensive... A RASH ON THE HEAD OF SUNDAY where my body finds power and the young woman is a radio in my bed is a red dream a hot cup of salt rattle of legs nervous sounds of her middle filled with quicksand pulling there are bagpipes in her voice she comes pressing like water on water is a sailing ship on my face a butterfly is eating the lollipop sex is riding a turtle's back a game of roses and stiff knees thin seashells breaking under us we build a kingdom of wet sand tunnel through it ~Kenn Kwint more!! please.

To: Rainy_Day_Woman who wrote (6646)	11/24/2000 1:19:22 AM
From: Volsi Mimir	Respond to of 13018

New Discovery ~Zhang Zhen An accidental discovery ~between the bedroom and living room It is a fate between these doors attracting me with its magnetic field But the tremendous window reveals a generous night scene in front of me -houses sleep with houses The city pushes me on Night is a long corridor to heaven I rush along barefoot A huge arrow hits me as if it were my fate and sends me into this open darkness The discovery is our body female essence Night turns her into an angel and the room fills with dark blue star-clusters Magnetic field of the navel A lunar halo slowly expands I drive a wheel-less horsewagon through a colored field stretching into this deep valley (G'nite....) and of words I shall not use for anyone but you I shall make poems.