2005-12-09 - 10:27 a.m.
People are dying in bakers dozens. An Aztec was murdered by a computer just yesterday. Revivify the lie how holes in Texas are dug for oil. The best moments seem to happen when you leave a place. Vegetables, tubers are in the ground. If the moon is a tombstone then it will be remembered as a landscape that writing and speech helped blow up. Obsessed by the sound of boxes seeling with stuff from the townhouse on Inca Ave. With a heart like a coconut as big as Idaho. Wordy rivers begin.
