'Mountains, Bruce, mountains,' the manager said. 'Mountains, Bruce, mountains,' Bruce said and gazed. 'Echolalia, Bruce, echolalia,' the manager said. 'Echolalia, Bruce-' 'Okay, Bruce,' the manager said, and shut the cabin door behind him, thinking, I believe I'll put him among the carrots. Or beets. Something simple. Something that won't puzzle him.
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The ending reduces a complex human to an object for placement.
How did I get here? The pain so unexpected and undeserved and for some reason cleared away the cobwebs. I realized I didn't hate the cabinet door, I hated my l…
Because today we live in a society in which spurious realities are manufactured by the media, by governments, by big corporations, by religious groups, politic…
I saw Substance D growing. I saw death rising from the earth, from the ground itself, in one blue field, in stubbled color.
'No escape from the mass mind rape. Play it again jack and then rewind the tape'
The basic tool for the manipulation of reality is the manipulation of words. If you can control the meaning of words, you can control the people who must use t…
...no bloody or unbloody change of society can eradicate the evil in man: as long as there will be men, there will be malice, envy and hatred, and hence there …