a dizzy blending of genres

A Dizzy Blending of Genres

The consumers couldn't tell the difference between ground pig flesh
and human flesh.

The chairman was so astonished he stepped back and stumbled against the TV.

It's not uncommon for pigs awaiting slaughter to have heart attacks or
become nonambulatory,

embroiled in conflicts that would have looked numbingly familiar to him.

I called him one night to see if I could get his side of the story, but he said
he didn't feel

equally remarkable, and completely improbable, that the likes of you and I

who had made wishes on that particular rainbow

were unmarked, and most useful signage had been uprooted by

another high-speed chase, then another sex scene, followed by

this story means something to you, then perhaps the drama of

the life he had was the life to which he had sentenced himself.

Each question prompts another, and it's easy to find yourself

running; then he found himself lying on the path. There was no noise at all.

It cannot be overstated how revolutionary and relatively new this reality is.