in other news! neat!
twig twug none of those books have words on the binding.
it's a poetical thing twig, you wouldn't understand
FAKE BOOKS BURN THEM!!!
why does that disturb me so much.
because you found that book without a title on the binding in your father's library, when you were a boy. You took it down from the shelf and opened it, only to discover that _______________
it was really a giraffe!
spruce-libs are my favorite
because they represent the faceless march of literature, of big L, the important canon, the ever growing mass of influence that pushes its way into the public psyche, private lives; also of the small l, the throw away, garbage fiction, the leave it on the train and never finish it fiction, the pot boilers, the 'thrillers', the pop-culture in written form with its lack of insight and instruction. Perhaps because it illustrates the insidious need to show off intellectual prowess by the display of books, and, even worse, the APPEARANCE of books. Or maybe you have a phobia of libraries.
...it had fallen on your foot minutes earlier.
GXG "it was one of those stupid Choose Your Own Adventure books where ever other choice left you crippled/dead/in a living hell of your own devising and it put you off reading so now you're an illiterate blowhard and now you've just gotten elected! Congratulations!"
...you're a cockroach.
...you're actually in a small cafe, but it seems clean and well-lighted.
...you've just killed some Russian woman, and it seems like you'll never be able to shed the memory of it.
he found himself, transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin.
you're borne back ceaselessly into the past.
reader, you married him!
...your stepdad is a douche and is probably trying to kill you.
you were a ghost all along.
the gun wasn't where you left it.
your motive for killing the arab was ennui.