found journal entry from 4/15/2006

April 15 2006

The beautiful monsters swallow mountains, well, they chew through them eventually. And through the countryside.
They swallow and swallow and reproduce . . . they take things and make them nothings. They want everything and eat everything wantonly-- there are lumps of gold and whole wondrous pearls in their shit.

They are the layers of waste. At all times their stomachs swell against the skin
And rib cage. They are always full and shitting, and always moving on and discussing the next kill, the next morsel, the next feast or recipe. All orifices on the beasts must be taken into account for constantly—the mental one, the nodal bones in the jaw vibrating.

Spitting out words with the mouth and swallowing them in the ear. Gulping in and out.