peter stine's been gone a year. just as well.
in rural colorado, (not the urals)
or northern new mexico,
i encounter doug o. pedersen
in a bar not far from espanola..
after a night at mary connell's.
it is all very other worldly; you
see, both are deceased. the
small creaky room opens
into a large reception room.
my car is stolen. i
spend the night. it's
getting cold. i am shaking.
lupe slept through the night.
i hope he is not dead.
i was almost ready to move.
bettye will be up soon.
i will go to breakfast.
like heaven, hell is a part of christian doctrine. i believe in THE BIBLE.
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