an expedition to discover the lost Mayan cities of the ancient Aztec Incas
Posted on Thu Jul 12 10:49:00 UTC 2007
The jungle floor is littered with primitive beer bottles. I hardly ever sleep in bed any more. Just collapse on the couch, wrap myself up in a soiled old blanket. Besides the stairs to my room are often too difficult to negotiate on foot, especially when the monsoon season turns the staircase into a river, crashing waterfalls and rushing rapids. Periodic I take my elephant gun, I go to the fridge to hunt big game. BANG! BANG! A vicious wily creature, the sandwich. Bite your hand clean off. Known to steal goats. small children, sometimes entire villages carried off in the inky dead of darkness, the neighboring pygmy tribes call it “emela-ntouka”, killer of elephants.
The trail of uprooted trees makes it easy to track however.
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"Legend has it that Kerouac wrote On the Road in three weeks, typing it almost nonstop on a 120-foot roll of paper." - I like the idea of just writing and writing and writing. I'm gonna aim for quantity and fuck quality (not altogether obviously). This journal is gonna be my infinite roll of paper. Fuck the audience.
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This comment left by androidjoe is awesome.
The trail of uprooted trees makes it easy to track however.
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"Legend has it that Kerouac wrote On the Road in three weeks, typing it almost nonstop on a 120-foot roll of paper." - I like the idea of just writing and writing and writing. I'm gonna aim for quantity and fuck quality (not altogether obviously). This journal is gonna be my infinite roll of paper. Fuck the audience.
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This comment left by androidjoe is awesome.