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At the Barnes and Noble, the wind gusts blew

  • At the Barnes and Noble, the wind gusts blew chunks of concrete onto the sidewalk. I was just two blocks away waiting for a bus and there were police cars everywhere. It was quite
  • a fiasco. My bus arrived as I averted my gaze from the Barnes and Noble crater. I would now be on Homeland Security's watch list because of my latest book, "Blow up This Book."
  • "Blow up this book" was similar to destroy this book, however more intense. Each page included instructions from how to make a bomb to how to destroy anything including this book.
  • The first book "How to blow up this book" was applied to was the very book containing the instructions. The book did not nourish literature. It was a veritable antibook book among
  • a former monopoly of bibliophilic bibliography. Bookworms hatched the epiphany that, like popcorn, literature fluorished when it exploded. The quest for auto-literuptica had begun.
  • It was the sort of quest that drives you mad. The sort of thing that wakes you up in the middle of the night, because
  • you fancied a wee sit on the throne. That's when this life-changing opportunity that only happens once, maybe twice, in a blue moon happens. Meanwhile you're left holding
  • what I hope is something not a part of your anatomy while the rest are off in the wild blue yonder of new things, people, and experiences. They're taking life to the extreme and
  • leaving the toilet seats down, even though there are women in the house. They sure enjoy a good adrenaline rush. These bold new people are also different in other ways
  • but we couldn't care less. They will leave, eventually, and our little town will be calm and uneventful again, just the way we like...

1 Comments

  1. smashysmashy May 02 2016 @ 14:47

    Oh, this turned out nicely.

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