the aspiring coroners are all women. I am here for other reasons; we watch an eductational films about dead or dying babies.the heights o fmy old elementary school have chamged. So few children, though this is where they should be, but young men with curled sideburns loping between offices, asking how to handle them. We have lots something in this town, obviously, and replaced it with impossible livestock, yoking megafauna to our suburban utility vehicles when the gas money runs out. The imginary horse with dusty thigh meat still strains before the mustard hulls of these fat tugboats. We have lost our fossil fuels or forgottem and returned to our old was. Soon we will torment mammoths in the oakland zoo, our children picking their noses, the lady coroners tweezing the snot from the fur between its eyes. Ah, but then, then. Nobody will be jailed anymore.

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february 19, 2010, eight thirty nine AM until eight fifty two AM, waking.