Joaquin Dix scanned the field. He saw Hakeem

Joaquin Dix scanned the field. He saw Hakeem Nicks come open across the middle just as Akiem Hicks hit him from behind. Akeem tackled Hakeem while Akiem roughed up Joaquin.

Most people don't know this but that's how Joaquin died. But now that he's dead we can look at his body by slicing his body into razor thin sheets at a deli counter. And this is ho

w we found out that Joaquin's body was larded with soul like the white fat through mortadella.

When he would sing the blues and play the harp, dust would settle. Even though he was just passing through our town, this wanderer, Joaquin, made us feel understood with his song.

In the town we found that we only needed to play his song to our neighbors and everything was understood and we never had to say a word. The only problem is that suddenly the town

was no more, evaporated to dust like so much water in the desert haze, the forgotten graves of its children lost unto antiquity. This was the War of Thought, the hallucinatory bell

who's unrung peal reverberated, even now, through the highest heavens, sat forlorn upon the mind's threshold. What was in and what was out? Every moment you made a choice to crawl.

To crawl, yes, or to rise up off your knees and stride into a new day, possibly hitting your head on the low ceiling. The bell has tolled, and now you must decide if you have the

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