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Two girls wearing silver overalls

and Stewart Home-look alike masks visited the Neoist. The Neoist treated them well. So they thought up a pleasant surprise for the Neoist in token of appreciation. "Everybody," they said, "has openings, for seeing, hearing, breathing, eating, pissing, fucking and shitting. But the Neoist has no openings. Let's make the Neoist a few holes." After that, they drilled holes into the Neoist, one a day, for seven days. In the middle of the week, they asked how the Neoist was. "Amazing!" said the Neoist. "My back sticks up like a humpback and my vital organs are on top of me. My chin is hidden in my belly, my shoulders are up above my head, and my buttocks point at the sky."

"Do you resent it?" asked the girls. "Why,' what would I resent? If the process continues, perhaps I will be transformed into a telescope. In that case I'll keep watch on the stars. Or perhaps I am transforming into a gun and I'll shoot down an owl for roasting. Or I will become a cartwheel. Then, with my brain for a horse, I'll climb up and go for a ride." When they finished the seventh opening, the Neoist had ceased to speak.

Monty Cantsin used to say: To inscribe is to scrape things out.