Tucked into a notebook a torn piece of paper with a message totally unrelated to the longish bit about narratology that was the notebook’s subject at that spot…
bodily fluids were banned by the CIA campaign of disinformation about AIDS and we, or at least some of us, that is gay men of a certain [long dash indicating continuation on the recto] generation and character — — — have begun are beginning and will continue with greater force to pour upon the world the acid of our banned tears and until there is not – – >
And that is all there is. And the lines somehow read as the vatic voice of another. So wild. So crazy.
And so for day 687