Talkin’ Civil War Reenactment Blues

They’re blowing up bombs outside of my parents’ house. Lucky for them, the dog is deaf. It is some sort of dance, a play of sorts with gunpowder and no balls. I don’t need their civil war reenactments. But hark, what is that? It is a glimmer of hope in a Southern state’s reading curriculum, courtesy of my favorite subject — e-books. Next question: Did this guy kill paper? Of course, Bartleby sayeth no. I found my undergraduate thesis abstract online the other day. Did I ask the right questions? Did I answer them correctly? I don’t know. The paper used a lot of terms like “collaborative narrative voices,” “patriarchy,” “hegemonic,” etc. Christ, I probably should’ve just become a professional revolutionary. Or taken an economics course or two and restarted Hogarth Press myself.  Don’t forget, taxes are due tomorrow! Damn gub’mint.