Wednesday, April 11, 2007

viii

I found myself then in a thick of jungle, my mind clouded in corn alcohol while women lied down with the snails and the dew of heaven and clouds came over everything, living or dead.

And is it possible to wish to die and be hopeful for life at the same time?

I think so. The soldiers had a guitar and its melodies went slow and settled hollow through the jungle entire.

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