SPAIN FALLS DYING INTO PIT PLEASURE. The taste of blood, edged with the glowing fear falling from the midday sun .creeps across the eyes of the eat- -prs waiting on the meal brought across hot stone on bare foot. The group of Spainish exiles are enjoying the national dish of their homeland .they discuse the ingredients to the polite sound of knife/fork/knifeAnife . . .knife. . . .kn'fe .. .One says pork from a 'bed of sunlight for seven days, plucked young and rare. Another says the tongue of cow decapitated in rituallised cercum stances .... .raised axe above the cows peeled head lying on the tiled area of an open airs street butchers.. .next a pile of meat gore. Yet another throws in the comment that the police should be in... At this moment they look up, a shadow of deep gloom er- -ases sunlight. On a tree near to where the eaters sit, hunched on a vacant twig, glued with mucus and excrement, , ,a bunch of bound up wasp larvae, waiting for their wings, one of these wasps will sting the throat of an eater in a fut- -ure Time: causing gagging and death, however at this moment in Time: Spain, the eaters look past the wasps hanging death.fatal insects.for they see only the Inflnat" -Ley narrow band of Time between been and to be. They look up into the upper windows of a burnt out shell of a house, the doorways of this house are all seal ed; the Inquistltion saw to that also the down windows brie- -ked up against the entrance by bandits, the house Is Impassable but In the top windows are a cluster of square ancient television sets, the edges wittled away by bullets, smoke stains the wall above the window, frame cracked and charred, twisted magot wood.... They look on at this poison scene with horror, the square clustered flea egg parasites lodged In this inaccessable comer of hell. The screens glowing behind a sun-glare facard. SPAIN FALLS DYING INTO PIT PLEASURE. The taste of blood, edged with the glowing fear falling from the midday sun .creeps across the eyes of the eat- -ers waiting on the meal brought across hot stone on bare foot. The group of Spainish exiles are enjoying the national dish of their homeland .they discuse the ingredients to the polite sound of knife/forkAnifeAnife .. .knife. . . . .kn'fe .. .One says pork from a 'bed of sujilight for seven days, plucked young and rare. Another says the tongue of cow decapitated in rituallised cercumstances .... .raised axe above the cows peeled head lying on the tiled area of an open airs street butchers.. .next a pile of meat gore. Yet another throws In the comment that the police should be in... At this moment they look up, a shadow of de«ep gloom er- -ases sunlight. On a tree near to where the eaters sit, hunched on a vacant twig, glued with mucus and excrement, , ,a bunch of bound up wasp larvae, waiting for their wings, one of these wasps will sting the throat of an eater in a fut- -ure Time: causing gagging and death, however at this moment In Time: Spain, the eaters look past the wasps hanging death.fatal Insects.for they see only the Inflnat" -lEy narrow band of Time between been and to be. They look up Into the upper windows of a burnt out shell of a house, the doorways of this house are all seal ed; the Inqulstltlon saw to that also the down windows brie— -ked up against the entrance by bandits, the house Is Impassable but In the top windows are a cluster of square ancient television sets, the edges wittled away by bullets, smoke stains the wall above the window, frame cracked and charred, twisted magot wood.... They look on at this poison scene with horror, the square clustered flea egg parasites lodged In this Inaccessable comer of hell. The screens glowing behind a sun-glare facard. SPAIN FALLS DYING INTO PIT PLEASURE. The taste of blood, edged with the glowing fear falling from the midday sun .creeps across the eyes of the eat- -ers waiting on the meal brought across hot stone on bare foot. The group of Spainish exiles are enjoying the national dish of their homeland .they discuse the ingredients to the polite sound of knife/forkAnifeAnife .. .knife.. . . .knife .. .One says pork from a 'bed of sunlight for seven days, plucked young and rare. Another says the tongue of cow decapitated in rituallised cercumstances .... .raised axe above the cows peeled head lying on the tiled area of an open airs street butchers.. .next a pile of meat gore. Yet another throws in the comment that the police should be in... At this moment they look up, a shadow of deep gloom er- -ases sunlight. On a tree near to where the eaters sit, hunched on a vacant twig, glued with mucus and excrement, , ,a bunch of bound up wasp larvae, waiting for their wings, one of these wasps will sting the throat of an eater in a fut- ure Time: causing gagging and death, however at this moment In Time: Spain, the eaters look past the wasps hanging death.fatal insects.for they see only the Inflnat" -Ley narrow band of Time between been and to be. They look up Into the upper windows of a burnt out shell of a house, the doorways of this house are all seal ed; the inqulstitlon saw to that also the down windows brie— -ked up against the entrance by bandits, the house is Impassable but in the top windows are a cluster of square ancient television sets, the edges wittled away by bullets, smoke stains the wall above the window, frame cracked and charred, twisted magot wood.... They look on at this poison scene with horror, the square clustered flea egg parasites lodged in this inaccessable comer of hell. The screens glowing behind a sun-glare facard. SPAIN FALLS DYING INTO PIT PLEASURE. The taste of blood, edged with the glowing fear falling from the midday sun .creeps across the eyes of the eat- -ers waiting on the meal brought across hot stone on bare foot. The group of Spainish exiles are enjoying the national dish of their homeland .they discuse the ingredients to the polite sound of knife/forkAnifeAnife .. .knife. .. .knife .. .One says pork from a'bed of sunlight for seven days, plucked young and rare. Another says the tongue of cow decapitated in rituallised cercumstances .... .raised axe above the cows peeled head lying on the tiled area of an open airs street butchers.. .next a pile of meat gore. Yet another throws in the comment that the police should be in... At this moment they look up, a shadow of de