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Tuesday, December 18, 2001

On the ground beside a car in the dark holding the baby, hiding from the aggressors. Walking to the cabin she's pointing a long black gun silenced in my face. I hold her close. Wailing from knowledge of the sacrifice of a continent. Do they know it? Of course.

posted by Ngawang Zangpo at Tuesday, December 18, 2001

Monday, December 10, 2001

Cool out now. moving toward the holiday cultural now. Audio equipment Sennheiser headphones, Roland UA1d digital in.

Data in clean, converted to sound clean out into my ears straight. Toys Toys.

posted by Ngawang Zangpo at Monday, December 10, 2001

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