BE: easily dissed, easily missed
Rev'd Seventy-Six
revd.76 at gmail.com
Thu Sep 26 22:07:17 CDT 2013
In all our endless speculating about the author, the soul of his works
are splayed not quite cruciform in the dissection pan, guts cooling,
eyes fogged. But imagine: an -individual- with P's scope of experience
and dedication to subject, imagination and craft, observing and
reporting on our society-- this self-consumed, retrograde, convoluted
yet Wondrous society of ours (this Noble Experiment we allege to -be-
a society), presuming itself to represent all the best our species may
be capable of --and here's P., a resident of NY in 2013. The world is
noisy beyond belief, the the blender is set to emulsify and some joker
keeps dropping forks in... Bones ache, every day. Your penis is
largely there to facilitate urination. Life is okay, though, a loving
wife, loyal friends, watching your son grow, then assassins besiege
the towers forever in your periphery, the ones like nothing less than
those in the furtherest background of the Death Card...
How would YOU approach the case?
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