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a metallic aftertaste: it’s certainly not gold.

for something that really mattered, a rejection letter.
oh, great institution: what abstract syntax!

i love national television: it’s how our little ones learned to speak and how we learned to forget.

A: there’s something i have to tell you about those puppets. they have late-night discussions and play mahjong that go on to an ungodly hour. i haven’t been sleeping well lately.

B: good.

“funny what people throw away as garbage,” he thinks to himself. he picks up the empty matchbox.

one learns no language through a dictionary.
 

run, robot, run!

one really listens to one’s own shards.

despite the absence of his nemeses, he thinks that he hears them calling him from another room. ‘perhaps this is what solitude is. i remember it being this way,’ he thinks.

Answer to bored audience member’s question: It’s not supposed to make sense. It exists out of spite.