harbingers of the apocalypse, crank professors of human nature, and artists who make nothing: they float desperately in a sea of pornography and materialism. a few communicate at a virtual place called MindVox. gone to heroin and the vicissitudes of life for years, these souls occasionally grunt and burp to online life and recede again. here is a selection of their latest musings:
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Faux Faulkner Winner 2005
"Down the hall, under the chandelier, I could see them talking. They were walking toward me and Dick s face was white, and he stopped and gave a piece of paper to Rummy, and Rummy looked at the piece of paper and shook his head. He gave the paper back to Dick and Dick shook his head. They disappeared and then they were standing right next to me."
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