collection of a columnist

Standard

first-person writin and vindikaten’ frequently, using
a chosen set of language
elements
    – adverbs, adjectives, descriptive valuables –

chosen unwarmly and incompletely from a dictionary on a 1989
sleety winter night.

The consequence of this incompletion
is an almighty shortcoming akin to
the balding of a star …

I was picking out my words, and nearly finished that night, when there was a knock on my door. Standing and waiting at my door was a man in an unfamiliar black trench coat; he quietly under his breath told me, “there’s a whole lot of crap that I read last night.” He sneakily looked from left then sneakily looked to right, and then he said, “I was reading through a couple of magazines, one of them was called blank, and they were occupied by stuff equaled to crap – why oh why was it written.”

then he shot me through my skull
by means of a pistol that he had had hidden in his

unfamiliar black trench coat, leaving me stuck
ever since

with an incomplete collection of 1989 adverbs, adjectives, and
descriptive valuables.

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