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"Humanoid Reptiles In The American South"
After intentionally absorbing Faulkner's "Absalom, Absalom!" I know: the gods do exist; still, Faulkner himself basically flunked outta high school, farted around; next, imbibed toxic comprehension of the geography in which he did reside, outshining the fabrication of fact concerning superior generals leading the emaciated & enlisted into corporeal destruction.
A skinny ass ectomorph, snake-like man, bloated in the behemoth belly reminds of a slimy viper after having selfishly ingested an innocent, mammalian meal. But once so disfigured by rancorous venom, the reptile becomes disinterested, in fact, FREAKED by their vicious art of mutating a lamb-like victim; hence, they manifest NEGLECT--thank the gods.
And as Faulkner's ambiguous yet sublime scribble carries onward--he knows: "Were they courageous--yes. But they lacked pity & mercy."
Nevertheless--the American South may rise again. Surely, they have the pseudo-industry of cotton. The perpetual manufacture of tampons will keep them golden.
