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pictures of things like pubic hair in substances like
peanut butter, along with endless stories where Boy
Meets Girl, Cop Meets Boy, Girl Shoots Cop, Boy Loses
Girl. Or where Girl Meets Girl, Cop meets Girl, Boy
Shoots Cop, Cop Loses Boy.
Though the permutations of just these narrative ideas, alone, could have generated enough stories to fill all magazines till the end of time, the staff was, nonetheless, counting heavily on me to come up with some whole new directions, in some whole new dimensions, that were well beyond even story or murder or sexmutilation. |
This, of course, was no big deal for me, because I was already working on an idea for an anti-story where Boy Meets Cop, Girl Meets Cop, Cop Meets Cop, Everybody Kills Everybody, and Boy Loses Drug. As soon as I told this to my editor-in-chief, he got all excited and immediately set aside a special issue to be devoted solely to this story, whatever it turned out to be, and to parasitic articles about its ramifications in society and the psyche and whatever else.
When I was done writing it up, I sent it off to the magazine's editorial department for feedback -- and never heard from them again.
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