Theirs is the utter outrage which sends itself UP UP(!) and away
To where exactly, though: have these preened and persnickety people been living and seething and beautifully decorating themselves til now… … …
There’s a storyline within this thinning of veiled storyline and it means to matter to someone somewhere, though(?!) Do we REALLYNEED to k(NO)w… probably not
However, and this piece of prose will hold itself for held-against-itself hostage again, yet every little next nicked and plagiarised AND(!) nuanced piece of Art(?) is NOT-IN-FACT plagiarised at all
But.. rather.. this… utter fluke of worldly ‘inflicted influence’ – Joyce was not good, he was “m-a-y-b-e” great
At being ridiculously stream-of-SELF-concerned-CONSCIOUSNESS according to only ever his own sense of failing bliss.
“These words (of his?!) were mAnIc(!) and matter-of-barefaced FACT(!) totally uncontrollable and to a point
Of who gives a sh!t anyHOW(?!) but for… these readership of people who ACTually (ALL OF THEM) WILL actively pretend to understand some thing
But, really, they’ve been missing
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Y single next nuance of LITTLE mEanDeRinG thing which he’s been meaning to “say”. Which was nothing, “sincerely”
