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Always wanted to follow up on this.

"billboard of a beaker"

riddle nook
concrete antfarm
snow voice spools
now die headache

More & more sawdust in your bread until it’s ALL SAWDUST.

"Writers are always trying to end their own species of writing, to be the final word on what it is they are writing about, to exhaust their subject, and the funny part is that the more accomplished they are in their pursuit of this goal the more subsequent writing they engender and inspire." —E Harkness-Murphy via

"To speak of one's feelings was unacceptable in Ceausescu's Romania. Your feelings simply did not matter."