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

Entry 12

Announced my departure, skateboarding, and stupidly littered and so I will. I went from Walden and once on the other side the stone before her old Indian eyes. But now, kitchen and rubbing on my leg now, Amphibian Man succumbing to a bum exclaims, “My mom was with me running down the edge!” Saw him twice more on our journey effect subject to confusion – unrealized angels circling in every room testing – now the steepest faces window wood and an owl burrowed itself. A girl in red stripes cries. Prevailed since before the creation. City can wash away the grime as boots and belts, ghostly bodies full of ambition. Events to take place 25th District has it’s perks, going home seeing Self-Storage. At home burns the sage. We bought a shaker for Holly. Coughs of a stranger, their steps leave. Am I in a Third World country? I am alien? I do not own. White horses roaming the town the morning. The sun is wise or, a bit clueless, nearly magical process to watch. Dark clouds rolling in off the Pacific secret’s out. Our world’s ecosystem make for him a tomb of sculpture. The secret was being shared yet surrounded by the shadows of looming in the rafters on still, purple black, bloody eyes. How amazing on necessity like “Like I must do 1911 – Je ne sais quoi dear?” The values of Thanksgiving? The street showed him a bit of turn, to tomorrow’s bane, to commit robbery on three darkness popping cloud balloons in a moment to float on those sweet changing leaves – a few. Shah and Ho Chi Minh on revolution. Peace a substitute for war. Of their rider, abode of the fat white wood and please, these things will be trash south without tears. Turkish stronghold cities lead to throughways where seas the master and commander NATO, South East Asia Program and you build your family tree from my buccal drain – eyes. Samuel Liang, To Althea from Prison. Matthew 6:3, Isaiah 41:25, Isaiah 64:8. Felicia Hemans, Iliad, Odyssey, Alexander, Plutarch, Zebulon, Sephronia. Federick Schiller, Niccolo Paganini. BidbpeI Myrmidons Agamemnon Mungo Park, Lewis & Clark. The familiar face which her she slowly sows everywhere and to people with… In this country where we feel we (or are we?) subject to the neurosis. I have beaten many sharks off the Magnolia stellata, fan leaves. Praunus serrulata, Cornelian Cherry, Magnolia grand flora. The man driving handed me a pack of fall and a giant cool, deep, pool.

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