The Bureau of Dreams to be Continued by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

The Bureau of Dreams to be Continued

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and started to fade at Twenty-fourth. On the near outskirts of it, the resident structures were well positioned to accommodate the provincial pedestrian population’s propensity to prudently stray. And stray they did, meandering in absolute hordes in search of the fascinatingly exotic, finding the elusive treasure here and there for a few days.

Contrasting that, the avoided side streets of Twentieth, Twenty-first, Twenty-second, and twenty-third, north of Broadway, between it and Avenue C had become a self-aggrandizing, blood-strewn, self-inflicted, hophead populated, un-American shanty town more reminiscent of the domino “cultures” of places like Jamaica and Haiti, populated by dinges who had relocated from places like Birmingham, Mobile, and Tuscaloosa, in search of a lack of jobs and northern welfare benefits. Though they seemed to be able to accurately gauge the weather, and consequently stopped their excursions safely short of Broadway, leaving it to the relieved and appreciative-under-the-circumstances folk who had always been there, they had been misinformed on a Bogart Casablanca level, though they were incapable of grasping its ironic wit, concerning their unwanted northeastern relocation, no doubt prompted by smart southern patriots who basically said; “You like them so much; take them.” It was kwite a kopascetic kondition; so much so that it virtually guaranteed some