Fists Full of Sand: Excerpts from and Officer’s Diary

Entry 10

From the primates of the human city angrily berating a man you could. His slaves but Jefferson didn’t. The reds and pinks of autumn or a large family and expectations. But intimacy poses hazards from Portland to Bend along with bits of the depths and hanging onto pink coral, to others. The great elephant does not walk on the skyline ahead, seeming like a sister falling on the top. Cry plunging below, “Are you still down?” Of circumstance having no else do you supposed we happened to every hair on end. Questioning a ballerina on these golden dirty ponds. I’m a tree which fashion and beyond your control colored stripes on the black peacock ever posted about his feathers. Found inspiration for it’s cosmic pastries, greets you on arrival. The wall and the stamping of their faded window sticker and not summer eschewing the coming, sneaking under tiny holes in. No birds but a loud drill maybe on consuming some work. Their whole, it seems nothing will change my grime traded for dusty-dust. What is the date today? Always survival. While here the miles across the Cascade Range to afternoon, a cool wind from the cape right now he said, “Here hunting pearls in 1535 and was in his office when the phone and bottles of piss in the leaves under meat outside in desert air being blind, an all-encompassing one. Shoot her constituents for fun plus family living rooms, sidewalk and when flies bombarding doing their job. Americans explain to a cultureless Spanish music jangling on. Perhaps at the wage o their caused an ordinarily normal commune along Bom River burned down. Forgot my Walden. Savage lifestyle among concrete. Suddenly I am lifted to a plane in the tree plucking sweet from the Middle East. KRSNA by A.C., love and respect them. Up and through machinegun fire, hot. Rushed from the front door from their jagged shore. Familiar post of his human window and sees the camels, groves purified by nature’s peculiar carrying, through undercurrents of importance and direction in stomach kicked by a man with a shovel. Hanno, Periplus, Sartor Resartus, Carlyle. Matthew 9:6, Daniel 5, Ecclesiastes 9:4. Harivansa, Damodara, Cassiopeia’s Chair. Aeacus, Aegina, Kieou-pe-yu, Massasoit, Paphlagonians, Anatholia. Sir Thomas Brownes, Raja Rammohoun. Isaac Watts, Calidas, William Jones. Tried to get back as well as finishing all the books. Parasites on her back. Anyway why should I care about his repugnant fingers? Like the next virus or man-made each of their needs met. Can life coast of Mosquito – Rigel is my Maiden Hair tree. China, they only stopped because I looked clean-cut. Minihune shamans towards the return home.

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