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epitome of incomprehensibility
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(In the quest of Gradually Listing Country Names on Blather, the following is one of my pandemic-era surreal_sketches from a small purple notebook. I can tell "Eritrea" is the title because it's underlined.)
Eritrea must be revoked. Nominal clans of alabaster parakeets roam the vast deserts of neighbouring Ethiopia, rendering the borderlands unstable. The syntax trees are shrinking. In nearby Algeria, Noam Chomsky and David Suzuki hold each other by the shoulders and weep. "No country for old men," a poster proclaims, but that's in East Sudan. I find it more Biafran than Biafra, the fronds of bougainvillea trailing from the parakeet perches. A common mistake is that all of Africa is about parakeets. Wrong. Half of it is parakeets. The other half is the sound they make when bidding their loved ones goodbye. "Honk" - but it's a miniscule honk, a slight vibration of the mucous membranes.
Do birds have mucous? They shouldn't. No one should have to pay for that. I told a bird I loved skating and I never heard back from it. Birds think skating means having scales, and there's that whole bird vs. reptile debate. It's not the place for semantics, let alone distributive morphology. Distributional? War crimes tribunal. A morbid sense of Rwanda. Even in Eritrea? Well, whatever sinks your boat. Whatever helps you cough at night. Whatever requires 800 pages of proofs.
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