“Not this again.”
He stared at the blank sheet of paper.
The paper was tilted, fifteen degrees clockwise, from hot dog style. It was blank, white. He thought of writing his name. He thought about how he would smudge it before he was done with the essay.
He craned his head up a little higher and peered around the room, counting the heads. He slumped back down in his seat, covering one hand over his mouth to stroke his chin fuzz. He thought about shaving this morning and then decided not to. He would shave in a few weeks.
The word “recumbent” came to him. So he wrote the word on the paper. He read the sentence back to himself.
He couldn’t write the essay. It just seemed redundant. “Recumbent rhymes with redundant”. He did not write the word down though.
It was supposed to contain a sophism, regarding Sartre’s psychological dichotomy following de Beauvoir’s return from Chicago (1947) that may or may not have inspired Intamacy – “le mur” - in other words - to borrow from Waters; a socialist’s propaganda which exploits psychedelic disambiguation theories, 1971 - build “the wall” between Being and Nothingness and the more nothingness of political affairs, which Sartre covered with Dirty Hands, his work of 1948.
It seems this affair was a recumbent sensationalist’s version of Otto Rank’s cash cow from previous decades, unexpurgated by Pole in 1985, which symbolized the over-study of the original *Clifford’s notes to infidelity, censorship, savage pilgrimage, *$#@ing , & .
heme? Now?
After dotting his final mark he sat back. Became recumbent. He recumbented his back into a more neutral position. He looked down at his paper. It was tilted at a fifteen degree angle, counterclockwise. It was no longer white.
He picked it up and carried the sheet of paper to the long island that jutted from a wall along the edge of the room. He was proud of himself as he laid it down.
He pushed a twenty dollar bill over the formica, towards the lady on the other side, with two grey digits. With his left hand he took a wax paper cup of coffee, turned and exited the Starbuck’s. Leaving a $7,015.53 advance tip and a bit of skin that sloughed off when he turned his cardboard insulator.
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