Thursday, January 11, 2007

All of Mount Pelee all over the place. The explosion excites fer-de-lance vipers. They are all over the streets and strike at everyone freely. The volcano has taken it into its heart to burst forth. It was extinct, but now it has taken something into its heart. It oversaw an argument - was the third party to an argument - and now it has taken something into its molten heart. This, all in Martinique. Horses snort before they die of suffocation. The smell of sulfur is strong, and the entire city is covered with ashes. The sea has ashes in it and on it. Ashes wash on shore. We thought we sailed into fog, but, no, it was ash. We sailed INTO ASH. The death must have been horrible? And the deposed king? Never found

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