JOHN MCCORMAC SPEAKS
We've built this ark that's sinking and
now there's nowhere to go? Is that
what I just heard you say? Your
hands align the table while the
nervous jangle you pronounce is
muttered, quite badly I should add,
from your structured silhouette.
That must have been quite a mouthful.
Is it that you drink IPA, or is it just
that Planko's is no longer there? You
can survive on acorns you know, if
you boil and prepare them delicately
right. Trees, however, remain the
necessary oak. Could be a problem,
though to you...a joke?
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Yes, the title here makes it sound
like these would be his words you're
reading, but not. They're mine. He
can only speak in shibboleths of a
dying time, coded words for
cantankerous wildebeests
of a braying mind.
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