Death and Mexican Food

Santa Fe, NM - Paul G - Monday, November 21st, 2005 : goo

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Pointless? Aimless. In, towards the center of the wheel: the town square. Axle pin of an obelisk around which the world is spun -

To read. To construct in my mind the image of the apologists farce. Defaced -

To God? Not quite literate, I'd like you to tell me a story like the one that I can't read -

To nothing. Burn it all away in the light. Die.

Or, get Mexican food. I ate a fajita. It was good.

The fajita was the first thing that I had eaten in 24 hours. I put extra salt on the fajita, drank a big glass of lemonade, and talked to the lady on patrol. Then I walked back to the motorcycle, and got the Hell away from civilization.

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