What to digest first; the parade of evil clowns? The filleting of human beings for the purpose of reconstruction— whatever that means? Abjection in its most unreasonable form, suggesting the real existence of the supernatural? But men can't turn into buildings. Beetles don't lease apartments. Curses are an excuse for poor skill and goats hate everyone. Carolina strains, trying her damndest to make sense of it all or at the very least network it from her ears into her brain.
And if this is a joke, it's an elaborate one.
His postamble cuts loose the stubborn threads that hold her arms up and she lowers her newspaper to look at him. Really look at him, not so different from the way he'd looked at her (excluding, of course, the cobwebs and burns and every other awful physical manifestation). Who she sees is uncomfortably familiar.
"Three years is a long time. But if they were so bad, why chase them? Seems counterproductive, doesn't it?"
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What to digest first; the parade of evil clowns? The filleting of human beings for the purpose of reconstruction— whatever that means? Abjection in its most unreasonable form, suggesting the real existence of the supernatural? But men can't turn into buildings. Beetles don't lease apartments. Curses are an excuse for poor skill and goats hate everyone. Carolina strains, trying her damndest to make sense of it all or at the very least network it from her ears into her brain.
And if this is a joke, it's an elaborate one.
His postamble cuts loose the stubborn threads that hold her arms up and she lowers her newspaper to look at him. Really look at him, not so different from the way he'd looked at her (excluding, of course, the cobwebs and burns and every other awful physical manifestation). Who she sees is uncomfortably familiar.
"Three years is a long time. But if they were so bad, why chase them? Seems counterproductive, doesn't it?"