<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36423463</id><updated>2011-10-11T17:41:30.796-04:00</updated><category term='criss cross the text of clifford duffy'/><category term='come home'/><category term='09/10/06'/><category term='crosstexted our bodies'/><category term='You know it&apos;s true'/><category term='is that you feel your verse?'/><category term='cross it here'/><category term='crosstexter? come there'/><category term='crosstexter?clifford duffy&apos;s body-without-organs'/><category term='crossing texter'/><category term='crosstexter? clifford duffy.'/><category term='clifford duffy'/><title type='text'>............... CroSs .....TeXting..... organs</title><subtitle type='html'>she went to bed --CroSS TeXTinG  ----
with ---its writing ---waking up fine with this other thing called what? you --- got the fluid mojo baby text-- StrAnge Cross Texter She have Known ----------</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybodywithoutorgans.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybodywithoutorgans.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Clifford  Duffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wGAGIjZta4/SnaTxiVCJNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fIkhXzP9WTM/S220/Fictions4_.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36423463.post-1248910297719148563</id><published>2011-09-28T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T21:10:08.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Others</title><summary type='text'>









 Others have heard of her crossed texts and her metalanging league her desire lip
by the tipmona of her secret server    ~the wear and tear 
   of aleph and the sacred Seven
    over the Severn and the less severe shore of love's buddy    ~O text 
         O idiom O sacred tone   ~ .




No one would be bereaved if she narrated the crossed I between Her and Her. Andher native monkey and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/1248910297719148563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/1248910297719148563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybodywithoutorgans.blogspot.com/2011/09/others.html' title='Others'/><author><name>Clifford  Duffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wGAGIjZta4/SnaTxiVCJNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fIkhXzP9WTM/S220/Fictions4_.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36423463.post-8876587220185456526</id><published>2011-09-28T17:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T21:03:41.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rain  naughty</title><summary type='text'>

 rain must be dark              dark night must be rain as its worrisome pelts hits/ hums/ tunnels the sky/ rivers the road/ tears the street/ frees the lovers    ~

There has been no Rain Eurydicehere has been no 


e has been no Rain Eurydice





re has been no Rain  has been no Rain Eurydice                                     here has been no Rai has been no Rain Eurydicehere has been no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/8876587220185456526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/8876587220185456526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybodywithoutorgans.blogspot.com/2011/09/rain-naughty.html' title='rain  naughty'/><author><name>Clifford  Duffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wGAGIjZta4/SnaTxiVCJNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fIkhXzP9WTM/S220/Fictions4_.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36423463.post-520246452047449890</id><published>2009-05-15T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T10:00:00.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eurydice _ be reborn</title><summary type='text'>and the first time the translators met and made love, and leash was unlatched and she karoom met Vadim with her panties down. She got spanked. Like a good french catholic slut. Spank me ! SPank me she shouted! I flew from the Douglas hospital conference where I first met Felix Guattari and later met you and you Know who you are - at the Clinic. you mad as hell andoh go get. But she loved us both </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/520246452047449890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/520246452047449890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybodywithoutorgans.blogspot.com/2009/05/eurydice-be-reborn.html' title='Eurydice _ be reborn'/><author><name>Clifford  Duffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wGAGIjZta4/SnaTxiVCJNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fIkhXzP9WTM/S220/Fictions4_.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36423463.post-5717898478558000094</id><published>2008-11-30T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:07:36.735-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross it here'/><title type='text'>CroSS</title><summary type='text'>Cross your dotted text Here.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/5717898478558000094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/5717898478558000094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybodywithoutorgans.blogspot.com/2008/11/cross.html' title='CroSS'/><author><name>Clifford  Duffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wGAGIjZta4/SnaTxiVCJNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fIkhXzP9WTM/S220/Fictions4_.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36423463.post-485063278176048799</id><published>2008-09-14T14:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:00:53.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pressed to cross</title><summary type='text'>Cross yer assyer headworkingbetterworkingbetteris corsetcrossedbyasscome to herneed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/485063278176048799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/485063278176048799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybodywithoutorgans.blogspot.com/2008/09/pressed-to-cross.html' title='pressed to cross'/><author><name>C Duffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jo6fwUscHDw/SkW4aQXG9UI/AAAAAAAAB84/pnce2zRhHnw/S220/visageite.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36423463.post-2605422394102666351</id><published>2008-02-03T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T23:14:10.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>breast head hussy</title><summary type='text'>    breast head hussy    you no love breast headed hussymortars  girls' names glorious days arrived unobtrusively went  wayshe was a hussy we f_ucked our brain  Hmm self censorship is better repressd. as in forcough for fuck offdat way two has desire rhetoricI had no love for the death's-head hussars,Nor for the mortars with the girls' names on them.And when at last the glorious days arrived,I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/2605422394102666351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/2605422394102666351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybodywithoutorgans.blogspot.com/2008/02/breast-head-hussy.html' title='breast head hussy'/><author><name>C Duffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jo6fwUscHDw/SkW4aQXG9UI/AAAAAAAAB84/pnce2zRhHnw/S220/visageite.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36423463.post-8699501405380293937</id><published>2007-10-23T15:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T17:38:14.992-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='criss cross the text of clifford duffy'/><title type='text'>criss cross her lip gloss</title><summary type='text'>secret you stirair aroundpotted gruelcrushing  fat jouissance around its mouthshe like that when itspin off her soupwhen bounced blue herbang bang banggo boom boom boom goo-ga-loo ~lip balm hovered over heated breastin camera her only lover</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/8699501405380293937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/8699501405380293937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybodywithoutorgans.blogspot.com/2007/10/criss-cross-her-lip-gloss.html' title='criss cross her lip gloss'/><author><name>Clifford Duffy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36423463.post-5782905979419877099</id><published>2007-08-17T10:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:58:21.910-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='come home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crosstexter? clifford duffy.'/><title type='text'>put the squeeze on ,  on on</title><summary type='text'>playing for ashes, she took text cloth off naked shiver of his what is that promo titdoing there inwindow of her ruby doll?exit the slammer cup up the rube babe, you got recovery on your heels.she climb over verb to its hip hit of thought mouth to his open air tongue grapple that hook waybaby she is the oud of his lover of eyeball him without walls her finger go in spine hook one thousand one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/5782905979419877099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/5782905979419877099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybodywithoutorgans.blogspot.com/2007/08/put-squeeze-on-on-on.html' title='put the squeeze on ,  on on'/><author><name>Clifford  Duffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wGAGIjZta4/SnaTxiVCJNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fIkhXzP9WTM/S220/Fictions4_.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36423463.post-9023634518927691360</id><published>2007-08-04T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:12:35.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>artaud regardant ca f: féminité</title><summary type='text'> his : féminité sontristesse ~ ?  voyo voyou? quelle voix quelle moi?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/9023634518927691360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/9023634518927691360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybodywithoutorgans.blogspot.com/2007/08/artaud-regardant-ca-feminiite.html' title='artaud regardant ca f: féminité'/><author><name>Clifford Duffy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_curyj3sL0o8/RrUP5n3mRKI/AAAAAAAABT0/vbkrrhDTn98/s72-c/a.artaud1948.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36423463.post-7993069685194620319</id><published>2007-05-23T02:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T02:14:52.074-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clifford duffy'/><title type='text'>spran</title><summary type='text'>sprang yer tooth  ~ cut off the mid route as tigered to its lamb . she came with a whacking ring. her buzz-bomb buried beneath the sand of hat. her sad of hate.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/7993069685194620319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/7993069685194620319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybodywithoutorgans.blogspot.com/2007/05/spran.html' title='spran'/><author><name>Clifford Duffy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36423463.post-3692951263314873442</id><published>2007-05-12T10:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:54:28.631-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clifford duffy'/><title type='text'>shInShin</title><summary type='text'>shinshinshinshinshinshinshinshinshinshinshinshinshinshin of she many falange to Langer keyoffIamblics her krippled peg. shake to her sadeian whisper. Juliette to these. Of whipped him . to punish her solitude. His Glove-------------------- close to her nap.come to her mouth over the distance of its sheet.who're you foolin?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/3692951263314873442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/3692951263314873442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybodywithoutorgans.blogspot.com/2007/05/shinshin.html' title='shInShin'/><author><name>Clifford  Duffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wGAGIjZta4/SnaTxiVCJNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fIkhXzP9WTM/S220/Fictions4_.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36423463.post-7012584147939301870</id><published>2007-04-23T02:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T02:11:35.168-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='is that you feel your verse?'/><title type='text'>wood</title><summary type='text'>would that be yer name next to his in colour Honey? is that how you held up yer of this flailed love affair? come to your verb in side of yer only dictionary?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/7012584147939301870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/7012584147939301870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybodywithoutorgans.blogspot.com/2007/10/would-that-be-yer-name-next-to-his-in.html' title='wood'/><author><name>Clifford Duffy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36423463.post-7900291740110353028</id><published>2006-10-29T10:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:52:49.393-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crosstexter? come there'/><title type='text'>pitHee</title><summary type='text'>Come there Pithyiertwotug therain</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/7900291740110353028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/7900291740110353028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybodywithoutorgans.blogspot.com/2006/10/pithee_29.html' title='pitHee'/><author><name>Clifford  Duffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wGAGIjZta4/SnaTxiVCJNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fIkhXzP9WTM/S220/Fictions4_.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36423463.post-4599729869413259884</id><published>2006-10-20T10:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:50:33.727-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crosstexter?clifford duffy&apos;s body-without-organs'/><title type='text'>you rr versing</title><summary type='text'>yer versing lover inside her stanzaset of over its hithips sway to my nipple. Come to her mouth.his in yer anus rainbow where plugging cleat.or wish a half hazard to your switch-back. punish me with these lists of love . OF your Body to his. How envious is your cock to my switch handle yer id strong as the laughed up gassed out libido to my lesbianlover your boy. andher husbanded inside your only</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/4599729869413259884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/4599729869413259884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybodywithoutorgans.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-rr-versing_20.html' title='you rr versing'/><author><name>Clifford  Duffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wGAGIjZta4/SnaTxiVCJNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fIkhXzP9WTM/S220/Fictions4_.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36423463.post-9157368330301896072</id><published>2006-10-19T10:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:48:40.216-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crosstexted our bodies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You know it&apos;s true'/><title type='text'>this little cross texter</title><summary type='text'>this little cross texter went to sleep she wokea homotextual he was bitextualshe sapphictextual1000xtinysexesher clothes were verbed his nounmounded heradjectivetake yer dress offi am yer slipshopping clitorisglowing in darkorgans will please yer nightas becomings wear bra'sto soothe her girdleSpank Spank you bad boytextyou ladytext who copulates my vaginahe is kissed by her loping lipsgrabbing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/9157368330301896072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/9157368330301896072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybodywithoutorgans.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-little-cross-texter_19.html' title='this little cross texter'/><author><name>Clifford  Duffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wGAGIjZta4/SnaTxiVCJNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fIkhXzP9WTM/S220/Fictions4_.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36423463.post-2935151285976406440</id><published>2006-10-19T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:45:42.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing worse</title><summary type='text'>nothing worse than your vulgar curse. mouth shot hangs to door, floor of shit hanging there, drapes of yer piss wagglin the air, yer immigrating hoor is like dat. Ya, know? come here to my asscunt and shit yer feces to dearth. What? whadday saying maHn. Kiss my lip coloured black. coloured black lips. Dumb broad thought that was my pic. dumb editor has no authority at all. con assartist, ya know?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/2935151285976406440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/2935151285976406440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybodywithoutorgans.blogspot.com/2006/10/nothing-worse_19.html' title='nothing worse'/><author><name>Clifford  Duffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wGAGIjZta4/SnaTxiVCJNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fIkhXzP9WTM/S220/Fictions4_.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36423463.post-2434576757454261264</id><published>2006-10-17T10:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:41:25.879-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crosstexter? come there'/><title type='text'>taxic</title><summary type='text'>In Yer FanTASm~~adJust yer Text accordLEe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/2434576757454261264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/2434576757454261264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybodywithoutorgans.blogspot.com/2006/10/taxic_17.html' title='taxic'/><author><name>Clifford  Duffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wGAGIjZta4/SnaTxiVCJNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fIkhXzP9WTM/S220/Fictions4_.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36423463.post-6521294937957816001</id><published>2006-10-16T10:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:39:01.548-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossing texter'/><title type='text'>transcriptural threnody</title><summary type='text'>ok i cannot hear this. what? it mean nothin . you ha ve eros. in desire of its between lover girl.you think this is express to delay of what is boxed in body? cannot hear this. what? it mean nothin . you ha ve eros. in desire of its between lover girl.lover girl has my hand in her ass comes to hear my sweep pastblack hole sellout.she am what i can. he is my organ cock. she say fine bite ear.you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/6521294937957816001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/6521294937957816001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybodywithoutorgans.blogspot.com/2006/10/transcriptural-threnody_16.html' title='transcriptural threnody'/><author><name>Clifford  Duffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wGAGIjZta4/SnaTxiVCJNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fIkhXzP9WTM/S220/Fictions4_.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36423463.post-7130556991297581781</id><published>2006-10-14T10:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:36:38.048-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crosstexter? come there'/><title type='text'>1100 dollar</title><summary type='text'>Body:yealike you know? my shag? right I was sitting in your blog text fallin around my ears, my hanging thing was between two lesbiennes d'acid between yours and hers.what the fuck you talking about ? my asstext is nicer ound baby bubble jetpaddy|bubble fuck baby?Organ: takeS off your text. you like that? doggystyle texting? woofwoof!dogdog! pasoline rubberloverslaver at mouth can these voices </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/7130556991297581781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/7130556991297581781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybodywithoutorgans.blogspot.com/2006/10/1100-dollar_14.html' title='1100 dollar'/><author><name>Clifford  Duffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wGAGIjZta4/SnaTxiVCJNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fIkhXzP9WTM/S220/Fictions4_.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36423463.post-8021697890981051673</id><published>2006-10-13T10:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:30:44.404-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crosstexter? come there'/><title type='text'>Got this</title><summary type='text'>got this thing, right? like my ass its brushfire. Ya know, its like shit, man, I gotta move when it talks. So like I got this other thing? with like WordssowWoRth, you know? like hes this dead like english british guy, and yea, like he had  a thing goin with his sister, Mary? they like were doing it for years, right?and he had a pal name of Samuel, right? he wrote this really wicked poem, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/8021697890981051673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/8021697890981051673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybodywithoutorgans.blogspot.com/2006/10/got-this_13.html' title='Got this'/><author><name>Clifford  Duffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wGAGIjZta4/SnaTxiVCJNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fIkhXzP9WTM/S220/Fictions4_.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36423463.post-2134668930751392248</id><published>2006-10-10T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:26:12.578-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crosstexter? come there'/><title type='text'>YouarE</title><summary type='text'>AreYoumyAnorexia Nervosasweet fuck of meask shell to heatit gotta beFuckorexia curvosa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/2134668930751392248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/2134668930751392248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybodywithoutorgans.blogspot.com/2006/10/youare_10.html' title='YouarE'/><author><name>Clifford  Duffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wGAGIjZta4/SnaTxiVCJNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fIkhXzP9WTM/S220/Fictions4_.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36423463.post-8659640618390171461</id><published>2006-10-09T10:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:24:20.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stretChin' candid</title><summary type='text'>w on der ful . cut. here/there/fold. losers. lunch hotel nirbana? loud windy cul-de-sac_clue of motel motel basement mouth smoking a caporal vaporous __long and thin. a young vision born, borne then, here at busting of genren 'the lips can be when you think of' 'slivers of light'many gelid suckers fell for yer ill-lit camber assdictionary of dockers. Got fatter thigh ass? to height-buttocks?---</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/8659640618390171461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/8659640618390171461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybodywithoutorgans.blogspot.com/2006/10/stretchin-candid_09.html' title='stretChin&apos; candid'/><author><name>Clifford  Duffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wGAGIjZta4/SnaTxiVCJNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fIkhXzP9WTM/S220/Fictions4_.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36423463.post-5774169727740096493</id><published>2006-10-09T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:24:20.016-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='09/10/06'/><title type='text'>Hey Cross Texter</title><summary type='text'>Enter insIde h'e mouth _ Unc! the nail on Ass to witch text. come ovEr fleer.  G'okay?hi! baby remember the first time we cross texted my broken face with yer serrated edge? member how I came with yer narrative comin up my drag dress?I los my bodee then to yourcupUpmy hass . but when we was pirate. i comeupyer toobecome and notbecomesarms against the little debacale off yer angelgasp and plum in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/5774169727740096493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/5774169727740096493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybodywithoutorgans.blogspot.com/2006/10/hey-cross-texter_09.html' title='Hey Cross Texter'/><author><name>Clifford  Duffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wGAGIjZta4/SnaTxiVCJNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fIkhXzP9WTM/S220/Fictions4_.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36423463.post-1840216019706979952</id><published>2006-10-07T10:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:24:20.020-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crosstexter? come there'/><title type='text'>Yea</title><summary type='text'>here then this machine yers. cuts back forth. inside the desire machine. baby glabrous. can tongues lick these sandals, rimbaud was holding kathy acker by the garters, kiss my tatoo? honey, wont you brain my hold outs down.yea yea miss birds. of hitching post mind_t hir d &amp; fourth estate of mind bende_________________get yer ass over here||Know im jerkin'jerkin Hamlet double-let t 'a rent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/1840216019706979952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/1840216019706979952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybodywithoutorgans.blogspot.com/2006/10/yea_07.html' title='Yea'/><author><name>Clifford  Duffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wGAGIjZta4/SnaTxiVCJNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fIkhXzP9WTM/S220/Fictions4_.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36423463.post-1836645611920197138</id><published>2006-10-07T10:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:24:20.025-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crosstexter? come there'/><title type='text'>and many goodly appollo</title><summary type='text'>And many goodly states your Apollo sunrise, sonny boy. Take but my house was skies When Silent, upon a peak Johnny Keats, dead a dead ass in fealty to Apollo hold. That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as Then felt I like some watcher each other with a wild surmise— never got fucked in virgin, over you pharmacy studying Kiss heaven are lined with his demesne: out loud and bold: of the his men your ass </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/1836645611920197138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/1836645611920197138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybodywithoutorgans.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-many-goodly-appollo_07.html' title='and many goodly appollo'/><author><name>Clifford  Duffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wGAGIjZta4/SnaTxiVCJNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fIkhXzP9WTM/S220/Fictions4_.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36423463.post-5091935466038160585</id><published>2006-10-06T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:24:20.029-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crosstexter? come there'/><title type='text'>good tape apPallin cross</title><summary type='text'>In a skirt when readin' this my erection to thy  okay your cunttextin my cry mouthAnd many goodly states your Apollo sunrise, sonny boy. Take but my house was skies When Silent, upon a peak Johnny Keats, dead a dead ass in fealty to Apollo hold. That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as Then felt I like some watcher each other with a wild surmise— never got fucked in virgin, over you pharmacy studying Kiss</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/5091935466038160585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/5091935466038160585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybodywithoutorgans.blogspot.com/2006/10/good-tape-appallin-cross_06.html' title='good tape apPallin cross'/><author><name>Clifford  Duffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wGAGIjZta4/SnaTxiVCJNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fIkhXzP9WTM/S220/Fictions4_.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36423463.post-2375496445592398088</id><published>2006-10-04T10:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:24:20.033-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crosstexter? come there'/><title type='text'>Come Cross____|___________</title><summary type='text'>come cross text with me. i am your period. not.tf.but it put wind over your cellar. be period.i have not wind the donne deal. of it. hexameter.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/2375496445592398088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/2375496445592398088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybodywithoutorgans.blogspot.com/2006/10/come-cross_04.html' title='Come Cross____|___________'/><author><name>Clifford  Duffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wGAGIjZta4/SnaTxiVCJNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fIkhXzP9WTM/S220/Fictions4_.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36423463.post-8843092347606745851</id><published>2006-10-03T17:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:24:20.037-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crosstexter? come there'/><title type='text'>cossetting texters</title><summary type='text'>cosstexting is so hexy.maketh green pasture to my dictionary of genesis. here was text to sweat all complex. not simpletext. but here. machine . valveBrion Gysin and Kathy Acker were cross texters. once she made him see he was holding a spoon it was not nake.d. or western land. but eastern. desire spilt shipof its with way. conned its alphabet nearing spelling mirror.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/8843092347606745851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/8843092347606745851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybodywithoutorgans.blogspot.com/2006/10/cossetting-texters_03.html' title='cossetting texters'/><author><name>Clifford  Duffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wGAGIjZta4/SnaTxiVCJNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fIkhXzP9WTM/S220/Fictions4_.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36423463.post-3615402089008264616</id><published>2006-10-03T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:24:20.041-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crosstexter? come there'/><title type='text'>HI! my Name is ....</title><summary type='text'>hi!my name is kathy acker i was married to like this lover?, we had a baby Called Text. Here it is, Our Fuck Child a Real Genre bender. Ok? Suck my text. Now and tomorrow, and totext its suck territory. I love you.baby you wanna do my ass/ or my tex_ ass? Im not serious like these other fucks? igOt a reel verb up my cunninglinguaE! waiting on yer hep babe!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/3615402089008264616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36423463/posts/default/3615402089008264616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybodywithoutorgans.blogspot.com/2006/10/hi-my-name-is_03.html' title='HI! my Name is ....'/><author><name>Clifford  Duffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9wGAGIjZta4/SnaTxiVCJNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fIkhXzP9WTM/S220/Fictions4_.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
