There is a *vocabulary entire* extant on this continent, incarnate in /
this novel/ in the form of a "hot piece" of 'countenance ordinary' of
the sort that My Grandmother Would Know and you can "ACCEPT". Really.
On the "electric East Side" of Detroit or wherever, even, where
'minding your p's and q's' Turns Out Great no-matter-what or who.
*Soldier's Pay*? Mos. def., but /hey/, not everybody *gets* to say
that kind-o-thing instantaneous'l and certain things abide -
Like our Nation's fine automobiling companies, and the /very/
*realistisch* idea they have of *certain things*, eroticism incl.
K? It is "K", and that is the K car, and you know, people
When you let beings be
"Jeffro" looks like a shithead
But.
Addendum:
CAPITALISM!
Speak-amongst-yourselves.