whispers, snippets, an imaginary lexicon, narrative, a deliberate lack of narrative, ghastly little tales, word games, pataphysics & pataphors, logical fallacies
“You smell like birthday candles,” the clown said. “May I blow you out?” He giggled. One of the children cried. Another wet himself. Their mother had hired the clown. He stabbed her first.
ghastly little tales
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