Monday, October 31, 2011

Thomas Pynchon Chronicles I


Come out, young crab, come out. I am in the place that no longer gets to see you.

You have alienated the masses. You turned "us" into "a." So complex you are, eh?

Come out, come out. Unless you're caught in a snag.

The search for The Golden Fag continues.

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