Nov
9
there are 4 shelves of books at my shady local library. i just asked the librarian if this was really all the books they have, or if there is some secret room upstairs where all the pages are hidden. she acted like i had just asked her who the president was the last time she had sex. “sorry to offend you….i’ll just go write my own book” i said to her as i slipped on the blood that had been drained from her face. i think somebody got stabbed here last month, now there are 2 overweight bookcops presiding over this computer room with glazed expressions.
