But the magazine man does seem to bring around a new subscription every time we move. Well, then I started running snapshots from a Photographic History of Song in a special four-part series. He was sickeningly disappointed. Sick and hot with migraine, feeling inverse sympathy for all those headless creatures. He never wrote a fragment.
Extracts actually grow inside the reader's brain, like cockroach eggs.
He is in your ear. Like a friend in Jesus, or Pennsylvania. Bumper sticker the negation of a license plate. Pull off up ahead.