Franco’s worst literary crimes, listed
- “going onto his shirt like ketchup randomness”
- “The building is beige, but the shadows make it shadow-color.”
- “I laugh like crazy, a laughter that bubbles out like popcorn,”
- “And I think about that missing tooth, and that gap, and how there was never a gap in that place before, and about three dimensions, and how the gap was on the inside of his mouth unless he opened his mouth and how things, shapes, folded in on themselves, and four dimensions, and if time is variable, then how do I vary it, and why do I want to? Because everything just focuses in on me and I hate it.”There are more, I bet. But that’s when I stopped reading.
HAHAHAHAHAHA.
