The only thing I’ve invented is very great writing teachers who have led me through exercises, and made suggestions and had certain ways of teaching, one who only spoke to what worked, another who held the door open, smiling, to the steep drop-off of my own transmogrification, and I can barely say it, but Laure Provost can and so i let her. Because as my insta-sisters pointed out to me Tuesday, I am Upper Deck/Lower Deck. I was like, that’s right I am, you ladies know me better than the gypsy. Lower deck I have to let laure say it because it’s shit like that has got two possible outcomes: a) it holds the door open to the steep drop-off to transmogrification (so it’s good to be smiling) or b) it reads like скфслзщееукн. Dick found the Russian keyboard to make the nonsense a little nonsensier, smiling alongside to help with plausibility and image issues.