I know I have told at least one of you all about this story. Another one of my prose endeavors. Well, my barnacle, here it is, published on the Left Coast in a city by the bay, perhaps being read right now in a streetcar. It is another grotesque, another Kafkaesque work, you might say. A moral tale for the age? Perhaps. It could be a Marxist fable as well (if all Marxism wasn't a fable). You can read what you want into it. But in order to do that, you must READ IT!
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