Should literature makes sense?
Well, maybe sometimes.
Should literature also make some nonsense?
Well, why not?
Why not write buttocks, a man to see books, I dance to say books, no limits said gauques give up up up up up up up up up I meant to say books I meant to say books.
And that wasn't even my fault. That was the fault of the voice-recognition software.
Maybe from now on I'll blame everything on the voice recognition software.
Seoul, no so! So should literature have to make sense? Would it be better if literature made more nonsense?