The purpose of this short, reader, is NOT to entertain, amaze, shock or induce laughter. NO, reader. Though it succeeds handsomely in eliciting these responses, this short has far more important fish to fry, viz:
1) The illumination of our human condizion.
2) The revoluzionizing of language.
2b) The replenishment of natural rezources throughout Disneyland and other popular theme parks of North America.
Granted, readers who enjoy shorts that depend on recycling established forms (e.g.
this short) may struggle to appreciate the current one. The force and breadth of ideas expressed here will batter these readers like a big, rotating wooden propeller pulverizes a schoolbus.
Readers who possess average-or-above intelligence, on the other hand, will be inspired by this short to
live out the rest of their lives as a beautiful poem or travel brochure.
How does this short achieve its ambitions (you may ask) despite being a blatant ripoff of other recent self-referenzial shorts? For starters, reader, with more refined morphemes, syntax and grammar. Add to that an exceptional typeface, a font size of profound integrity and commanding, unprecedented line spacing throughout. Toss in a greater than average number of big words. Result: the be-all and end-all of text-based conveyances.
Experiencing hallucinations, reader?
Feel like you’re walking on a conveyor belt backwards? Maybe that's because the mere existence of this short undermines the stunted intellectual assumptions and delusions upon which you’ve constructed your childish worldview and self-identity up until this point in time? Try?
Rejoice, courageous reader. It is time to discard your corrupt, outdated belief system and throw your lot in with the only short which represents past, present and future rolled into one:
short #1956.
If subsequent shorts seem but crude, feckless replicas of this one, reader, do not hold it against them. They cannot realistically hope to be as out and out ballsy as this one...
...for is this not, after all, the Bob Barker of shorts?