a poem by michael ondaatje.
"An elimination dance begins with a crowded dance floor. At a signal, the band stops playing and the announcer reads an elimination... Any dancer answering this description must sit down, and their partner is also disqualified. The process continues until a single couple remains."
ps: this reads in chronological order, and is complete
Those who have so much as contemplated the possibility of creeping up to one’s enemy with two Bic lighters, pressing simultaneously the butane switches — one into each nostril — and so gassing him to death
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