enjoying borrowed terrestrial winds

…>>I've gotta get my pages corrected to 55812… I tell you that I enjoy borrowed wind buffeting the monitor… wish my couchlover bold type would rise up like a cumulonimbus cloud, or at least change to puffyer mode…overnight thinking however has stirred up several challenges: in a combo-variation of soundscape and text poetry modes I could see and hear a faux holographic version recycling the words on a given page… recontectualizing in tandem with sound also borrowed from all my pages…sort of crosstalking, promting a redigestion of my own cut and pastes into words/soundings…which I may not have seen and certainly never heard ('twas really somewhere in long term memory and it took such crumbling to create anew)…certainly through our shared faster years on R.B. Fuller's "spaceship Earth," it could shake up lots of unecessary trudgery and Winnie The Pooing…web2 quests those interested …tbc