Snail thanks Allen and Lanny

Last Night a UFO flew past diverting me from posting this in sequence. Now it's fitting
D^

From: phanero@PHANERONOEMIKON.ORG
Subject: Re: strike while the irons sought
Date: February 13, 2007 5:25:24 PM PST
To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.WVU.EDU

and with faces like those
you want to make "children"?

oh excuse me, i thought philology
was the science of philia, not "phil"

tongue hill
sounds alot like
dung hill

imagine (if you can)
living gills lined with bells of shells

a kind of divine dancing salamander snail in the skull of the systalelle
furred in illuminated torsos displaying torsions

contortions
beyond the "O Pinion"
of "phil"

true 'philia'
is beyond words
but through words
know
what REAL philia
is utterly
lacking
picky
icky
clacky
sacky
sucky

Vico in underwares...

poetry = bucky ball = "stellar barn"
and that's the Tchew C vers(e-)ion

History is Behind me

(shagging madly)

From: ALLEN.BRAMHALL@COMCAST.NET
Subject: strike while the irons sought
Date: February 13, 2007 4:51:53 PM PST
To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.WVU.EDU
one little rat called waking up rose out of its spurn to tell goal-oriented and total. total wasn't really in. it said sentence but sentence couldn't quite end. what's the process of that? poem goads on a thorough trope or anyway a baked ham. ham means that jim starts at a mid point and goes nowhere. it's not easy being still. still, we like to think of any word once in a while. that while could be processed and cheese, stillborn or what is the logarithm, but we're not picky. choosy poetry, as smoke, is a symptom not a maxim. maxims live next door.