The return of Salami

“Useless? I’m useless? Why? Because the book I wrote was a flop?” and like answering his own question, he flops defeatedly on the couch. Adjusting himself out of his melodrama to a sitting position he looks around the room; nothing of particular interests him.
He is mildly listening to the radio going on behind him: “Spirit writers wanted for new ‘her Sanctuary of Dissociation’ blog.” As if every other word went in one ear and out the next, with one sentence stopping by in his empty skull, and laying eggs before the voice continued: “After last years issue with a certain cured meat we have decided to open up the blog for everyone – that’s right – everyone! (as long as they share the same body).”

The eggs hatched – spiders!