Wednesday, April 11, 2007

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and which roots writhed for the catarrh-strick Atlacatl, who slew from the skies in several battles the marsupials with a flint-edge spear; and I saw his boots of yellowing snakeskin, crusted in mud coming down the peak though finally botched at El Mozote,

where the Atlacatl scorch-trained-- that is to say northern-trained to rapid deployment and action-- Infantry active mostly around Morazan, drained of 900 men, woman and their children blood back to fire and mud.

And when the Gods saw that the wooden man was often heartless, they instead made man of spilled and coagulated blood.

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