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…
To:
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
30.10.2008