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Must have been: unofficial and un-acknowledged shooting-war; the Israelis and Arabs shooting at each other for fun, it seemed to me, I being in the distance there. "The orders are one cannon shot every twenty-seven minutes. Aye, Aye Sir." Of who-me do I shoot - off across the sea-miles distance - did I ever know you?? We us.

"It's a man on mana war. I deserted my post. I am a deserter on the run, plying the vapids in search of Gossamere. The river runs-swift, and sonorous, rapid, turbulence // and I float where-ever it takes-me. The where of which is known // unknown-this to me, a just-arrival; so I am going somewhere, but where will that be?? Down the rabbit

hole

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"So I quite like Israel. It is a very rough sort of place. Soldiers are found everywhere with sub-machine guns. They are usually just off duty for the moment. The Israelites seem to be rather hard working and industrious. These people seem to have more spirit than in any other place I have been."

I was an idiot on the buses. I packed rucksack on my back; with those stupid Roman holiday sheepskin-boots, hung on the outside; so I was hitting seated people; on occasion in the head with them - on crowded; had to stand - buses. Mostly I didn't exactly like; when a soldier got on; sat at the window-seat; and set his machine gun down; on the aisle seat; barrel pointed at me. And-so he looks; and what about it? What are the chances of this thing going off? I will be brave. Just sit-here. How rude can you get: me with my boots, and him with his snub-gun.

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