i'll say again. (achilles.) homo-erectus, larynx smoothed over: talked about. code is not code that is self reflexive. this is not a dream sustained but lucid. waking sleep (my alma mater.) craned neck domination (substanance) and the draining nature of living in commune with others. you are my dissection: vivisection. you, my friend, are not alive. naked distractions for the benefit of some reader: i am not a shell. kernels within kernels like a russian doll or two: (this is how the dice roll.( we have made it yet we haven't made it yet.
so i'll say again. (anthrax.) super-sapien, chordates roughly estimated: theorized over. language destroys itself over time maiming itself meaningless. that which once was a waking state and lived, senile (my epitaph.) broken wrists from writing (synchronicity) and the livening qualities of catching up. you are my grandparents: family resemblance. me, myself, i am alive. hidden qualities for the finder. i am my many layers. kernels within kernels like a russian doll or two: (this here is how the dice roll.( we haven't made it yet we've made--
