Czy to była whisky?, Jim Meirose

Walking, they encounter a library, and step inside.

(Goes to library information desk)

Excuse me.

Sure. How can I help you?

Do you have books on this?

Hands sheet of paper to librarian.

Librarian reads;   

START:   Zamknij się i odpowiedz! Czy to była whisky?  That one always falls/falling down from the whole line of them, was first noted by a young person “Jer” who seems to have had no more name than that. Into the sludge-muck||  I LOVE THE SOUND  OF A LARGE LOCOMOTIVE  ||  they’d ||  I LOVE THE SOUND  OF A LARGE LOCOMOTIVE  || they went, up to their waist-belts, thinking in their very :: yank and pull and yell :: “tottery”, that it seemed like that back through the epochs where these concepts were thought up, they were mere playthings. And, they were forever as well, but one ham slash later, one of them dared go all pillo and also all undelivered promises, Hej! Hej! Zamknij się i odpowiedz! Czy to była whisky? so, by some magic, and out of some measure of intellectual wankery, they approved new mind games for the privileged, which only with great difficulty could be reversed or torn down. [fyi w. all this falling around them I cannot hold my breath for ten min coffins! utes. this Researcher keeps on walking] (these words and ideas, these wankery perceptions and imaginings swarmed annoyingly ‘round ‘m, like hotsummercreek gnats) that time about 80 thens ago, where a “Ranger Ayotte Rigging and Lasher Corporation they signed on with kept their lips sealed, let them fall,  :: yank and pull and yell :: happen, wankery (*) ‘s ‘f oh oh ‘s though all so far were all for nothing. yawn ||  I LOVE THE SOUND  OF A LARGE LOCOMOTIVE  || Now, to be truthful, I actually planned it all out this way undelivered promises yawn yawn wh t r ided  ll over the surrounding corpronom tions for “men with vision”, w nkery the f lls smooth  s hell how pillo could it possibly be just n tur lly “wild-violent”  s is n ture wr pped  Odpowiedz, teraz! Czy to była whisky! ll around.  :: yank and pull and yell :: Now, grand men with grand ideas ‘bout how it’s to undelivered promises leave itself no possibility to save itself,  yawn yawn yawn after all, “sio sayeth “coffins! Big Captain Freddie,” as usual, became crowned king of all they surveyed. But, we are too smart for that! We are not stupid enough for wankery this to be anythink \\\ Czy to była whisky! under the syrupy  :: yank and pull and y That’s ridiculous ell :: surface of the m coffins! uck-blood {Pork} {Pork} gentry-class, what started the first pegging-up of th  thick, filthy, solidifi d packing pap r  th y start to know truth d  p r  ach and  v ry domino of th m d Czy to była w Okay! Now, we have had quite enough GO (POP!   !!    ! !  !   ) )  )   )    )     )      )       )        )         )          )          )        Thank God, we were so sick of that idiot!    

:END 

(Librarian hands sheet of paper back.)

I’m sorry. We don’t carry that sort of thing here.

No? And—why not?

Simply because we don’t carry that sort of thing here.

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W  d n’t c rry th t s rt  f th ng h r .

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So, crumpling the library into a small, tight ball, they toss it in the gutter, and walk on.