Wednesday, March 21, 2007


are back on Galatea's mountain. Digging a well for transparent oil: H2O. In California, water has always been gold.

Down about 150 feet as I write this. Water has started to reveal itself as a creamy slurry. Before all is done, the big, burly men would have driven steel down 400 feet.

And so it goes. Got oil. Got gold. While I'm gone past China and still I'm still digging for the Poetry...

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