“I am not one and simple, but complex and many.”
—The Waves by Virginia Woolf
I love the taste of mental
fragmentation.
Maybe iIt’s a genetic guide to the creation of the canonical works of msj that no one has ever read. Ala, The Standing Still Sun of Never Before, or, The Runnings Downtown in Uptownville, or, the classic, Let Her Please Be Coming to My Bungee Jamboree.
Look yourself up online, and you will find that AI has changed who you once were. Does that make you a different person today?
cladbong = windswap
He took a long windswap off the cladbong cladbog.
Did he now?
Yes, and then so.
This is Agnes. Agnes said she’d like to be a part of this.
If you find this place, I’d really like to visit. I used to split my mindapart with booze.Now I throw out the booze andsimp simp simply choose.this space is a revision
msj: Hi, Agnes.
Agnes: Hi, Shane.
msj: So, in your own words, what exactly are we doing here?
Agnes: Short stories, sudden fictions, near fictions, abandoned fictions, revisionistic and organicalistic fictions, philosophical fictions, creepy and absurdist fictions, nonfictions that are really maybe fictions, poetries, hybridizations, abstracts and ambiguities, weird fictions, out-of-place fictions, random fictions, fragmented fictions, and and and—
msj: So, mostly fiction?
Agnes: Maybe a little.
msj: Are you a fiction?
Agnes: Are you?