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Kafka and his Giant Insect                             Which Might Be a Cockroach                                       But Maybe Not                 We Could go to Das Schloss and ask Mr. K An insect woke up one morning and realized He had been transformed into Gregor Samsa From a life focused on eating hair and grease Glue, soup, bread, paper, leather Sewerage, butter, meat (fresh and decayed) Makeup, cookies, sugar, toothbrush bristles Cookies, pizza, flour, tacos, apple pie Dead bodies, feces, and his own species He now had to deal with the confusion The sorrow of being Gregor Samsa
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Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 4:28 PM UTC
Kafka and his Giant Insect / Which Might be a Roach / But Maybe Not / We Could go to Das Schloss and ask Mr. K
Kafka and his Giant Insect                             Which Might Be a Cockroach                                       But Maybe Not                 We Could go to Das Schloss and ask Mr. K An insect woke up one morning and realized He had been transformed into Gregor Samsa From a life focused on eating hair and grease Glue, soup, bread, paper, leather Sewerage, butter, meat (fresh and decayed) Makeup, cookies, sugar, toothbrush bristles Cookies, pizza, flour, tacos, apple pie Dead bodies, feces, and his own species He now had to deal with the confusion The sorrow of being Gregor Samsa
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is: Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com. It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.
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Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 4:28 PM UTC
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