Plagues of the Special (ROUND 2)
SCENT OF THE DAY: Nose Rest Day
Plagues of the Special
Seizures from flying-saucer anal probes run in the family (as do, if we include cousins,
handsy poltergeists, intrusive previsions, holy statues bleeding always off camera), yet
neighbors—government shills, all of the fuckers—swear they never saw one damn light!
“We need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”—Kafka (against the safe-space cancel culture pushed by anti-art bullies, left and right)
