from Roberto Bolano, 2666
Isn't reality an insatiable AIDS-riddled whore?
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i propose a literary gallimaufry, wherein we post the tastiest morsels of whatever we happen to be reading. the resulting stew shall make for a delicious feast, perhaps at times even deserving a 'food metaphor' label. no hurry to post-- only do so when you find something especially succulent (pun not intended with regards to the inaugural entry).
i propose a literary gallimaufry, wherein we post the tastiest morsels of whatever we happen to be reading. the resulting stew shall make for a delicious feast, perhaps at times even deserving a 'food metaphor' label. no hurry to post-- only do so when you find something especially succulent (pun not intended with regards to the inaugural entry).
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