Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions, an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since 2008 .

Wednesday, 25 February 2026

Fiction, prediction.

There once was a writer 

who wrote far too much.

and didn't really want to be read. 

He didn't like people too much,

and most of the time he sort-of

wished he was dead.

His name was not Kafka

nor Borges, nor Beckett.

It might have been Fred.


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