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Thursday, December 2

state of the union

the modern novel has been here
and gone, dissolved into shovels
of slovel shaped boogers.
now they are grown FROM boogers in
a clear liquid, in a clear vial, stopped up
with cork nostrils, requiring
little active oversight, insight, or any sight at all. thus
instead of reading
one pretends to read and pretends to have cared and
tells everyone about it, of course (the
most important part of
reading). But this only
works if everyone
all at once does it
and it looks
good
for
u
that they do.

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