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Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Faux Faulkner

Here's a bit from the winner of the 2005 Faux Faulkner Contest:

    We walked down steps to the office. There were paintings of old people on the walls and the room was round like a circle and Condi was sitting on my desk. Her legs were crossed.

    “Did you get him ready for the press conference?” Dick said.

    “Dont you worry about him. He ll be ready,” Condi said. Condi stood up from the desk. Her legs were long and she smelled like the Xeroxed copies of the information packets they give me each day.

    “Hello Georgie,” Condi said. “Did you come to see Condi?” Condi rubbed my hair and it tickled.

    “Dont go messing up his hair,” Dick said. “Hes got a press conference in a few minutes.”

    Condi wiped some spit on her hand and patted down my hair. Her hand was soft and she smelled like Xerox copies coming right out of the machine. “He looks just fine,” Condi said.

Read the rest, as they say. It's brilliant.

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