Murakami and War

I did not watch Peter and the Wolf.
It looked like Wallace and Gromit but more creepy and less innovative.
Fairytales are lines of demarcation around originality.

I think demarcation is impertinent.

I think that Ofelia can be virulently impertinent.
I don’t think sarcasm is a good guise for impertinence.

If I was a post-war French teen I would be a Zazou because you shouldn’t ration clothing.
You shouldn’t ration
Because you shouldn’t War.
Kids War in jest now. On the internet and things.
Where in War can one find gratification?
Especially CyberWar.
In real War the soldiers get to rape and their leaders get to lounge,
On computers you use abbreviated insults and cross your legs to swell your bladder.

The other day earlyman asked Wallace to a celebration and Wallace replied:

“Sorry earlyman mate, I have a war on.”

It wasn’t a real war.
It was a war with a plastic headset and a sticky keyboard and one of those swivelling chairs that have been eroded over time due to gaming incontinence.

I will stay up and finish the wind-up bird chronicle.
I want to meet Murakami.
Murakami has been translated into Turkish by someone named Pinar Polat.
Who is that?
Does he have a car and support war?
What does he eat for breakfast?
Has he ever reversed his name to see if it spells a word?
It doesn’t.
He would know that had he tried.