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      At first, the effect was subtle–more like a feeling. He felt a strong emotional attachment to everyone at the fire, although he didn’t know any of them very well. Jim could see by the look on Margold’s face that the peyote was starting to affect him.
      “Keep looking into the fire,” Jim said.
      Margold looked into the fire, which Jim kept blazing brightly. In the flames he saw a hawk flying, as though far away. The bird flew around in circles in the distance over a barren terrain, flapping its wings to gain altitude, then circling about without moving its wings,

What I Wrote Yesterday (5)

      The next morning Margold worked on several paintings. The peyote ceremony was not scheduled until around sundown, and would continue through the night, so he had some time. Since not eating or drinking booze for a few days he was thinking clearer than he had in a quite a while, i.e., since he was about seventeen. He was even losing a little weight. Although he could have used a nice big steak, he felt surprisingly good.
      He lined up five canvases on which he intended to paint a Francis Bacon-like set of self portraits, something along the lines of the Screaming Pope. That’s it, he thought, the perfect setting. He would paint

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As always, this is unedited copy as I wrote it, so don't bust my balls if there are typos, grammatical errors, or choppy sentences. The final version will likely be somewhat different. By the way, I write on the Atlantis word processor, which costs about $35. I love it because it is better than anything else for ten times the price, and it has sounds. When I write I like to use typewriter sounds. The one that comes with the program is not that great, but you can find others on the web and substitute them. The other thing is that the support is great--very responsive. I also use a typewriter font--kinda like the way it looks.




      Margold took a shower to get the stench of cigars, sage and cedar smoke off his body. He lay in bed staring at the ceiling. He was a bit thinner than he had been in a while because he hadn’t had anything to eat and no booze to drink in a couple of days. He actually felt more awake and clear-headed than he had in years. He