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175 meters north of madness
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Bringing out the dead like a wilde-wiked space opera… one by one the dead and the eaters of the dead unfolded their (Dostoveskic), thanic, death train...a hypersonic time quake yielded its living...the apes of god screaming…the possessed…watching in the distance(LUBAY-the Chinese Shakespeare) sits as the king who was no king carving the demons of his time into the silent rock face that would soon be swallowed by time and an insatiable (spirit) -hungry river…the Yangtze…his stories recording an Atlantianic epic that would not be viewed by human souls for another 10,000 years…

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This is the opening sentence for a novel that will incorporate my thoughts while in China on the Yangtze River in March of 2007. It is about a fictitious artist that paints murals on the cliffs of the villages along the river that will knowingly be covered up by a river that will rise from 75meters to 175meters over the next five years due to a massive industrialization project know as the Three Gorges Damn project.