Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Trenches


A new note, marked From The Trenches Of The Animal War, appeared last thursday, left blooded on the doorstep with a faint hum of paw and hoof:

"Allhotilities ceased. Piece in ourtimes. The men have becom why we become men and the animauls hav gotten lostin the fray. There is gas of mustad in the air from coolfer supple, way off in timeenspace continues. More help than need but still deadboys allaround."

We don't know how to take this. Geoff's still thinking of heading to the front line - quoting Waugh and Orwell - but the rest of us are waiting for clearer consciences before taking arms against them.




thet!
tret!
iuto!
iana!
trui!
truo!
iutu!
ruit!
itro!
uort!
eour!
ioru!
uore!


We Salute You Still.

Peter Christopherson - In My Head A Crystal Sphere Of Heavy Fluid

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