J. P. Spacecraft's latest short story is a harbinger for the atomic destruction, which we today are on the precipice of. In an alternate timeline, which he warns "is not too far away. The Internationale shall be heard soon, my sweets!", America has shown its industrial-military-complex in full swing. For the protagonist, Prole Peterson, this is a harrowing enough time albeit he fights against the TRUMP-DEAU regime with the Democrat resistance movement, the Partisans.
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"I may mention that I have always
suspected you of being a confirmed and secret Bunburyist;
and I am quite sure of it now"
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Herein lies the seminal manifesto of the Bunburyist Society. Its authors, though highly polemical, are elusive hermits to the level of Thomas Pynchon. The Society reserves the right to remain anonymous, as is the case of societies generally.
Read MoreTo live is to Bunbury
TO BUNBURY IS TO LIVE
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Who sent you here? Was it on your own volition? Come, come! And do stay, why won't you! Stay here, monsieur, at Our Neat Little Milk Bar. I'm quite sure we'll get along; so long as you're a man of liberty. But, wait. I can tell by the look on your face - I've said something to put you under a state of duress, haven't I? I'm sorry, did I say man? Monsieur? O, dear. Well, those old habits do slip out. Ever since they changed Stirner's seminal work to Ego and Its Own, I've tried to be careful about those sorts of things. What's the matter now? Did I say seminal? Old habits, again. Old habits die hard, as they say. This glass of milk might do me the trick of shutting myself up. Glug. Glug. Well, there! I've shut up now. Glug. Glug. If I can do it; so can that Peterson fellow. Glug.
