people insert keysJoel Patton
1 People insert keys in the backs of words, and the words crawl. They clone themselves like worker bees with fertile eggs. To no end. The words are prions. They are in whatever they enter until it dies. Those words die with it, but how is one to tell which words they were? Those words were like these words are. 2 I would like a knack. A techne, that sort of thing. A yen. The officials are officious. Oafish. Offal. Off. Of. 3 No one is as much interested in words as things. Words we all use. They are as unimpressive as plumbing an outbuilding or shuffling a deck of cards. Making new words is dumb. Using old words is what we do already.
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