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What does this mean?
I don't know.
I guess that's part of it--
problematizing discourse.
Not everything fits.
Bukowski & Nabokov
had one thing in common:
art was to be about itself.
Vonnegut, on the other hand,
cautioned that literature should
not disappear up its own asshole.
I live in a country where freedom
is being limited more every day
in the name of preserving freedom.
I move letters around the refrigerator
and wait.
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