Song contest

When will the new book "drop"? Samhain!

Okay, so here's what I'm thinking. You could, if you are so inclined, write a song for my book THE MOON TONIGHT FEELS MY REVENGE. I will start a bandcamp page on which I will collect songs that have been written for THE MOON TONIGHT FEELS MY REVENGE. We will, at the end of November, vote for the very best song dedicated to THE MOON TONIGHT FEELS MY REVENGE. The winner will receive one of the five special hardcover copies I will have printed of THE MOON TONIGHT FEELS MY REVENGE. You may enter one or two songs, if you are so inclined.

My one-man black metal band, Fire in My Bag, is not eligible.

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Museum of Me

jesus

shh.

Hunger

I'm off food right now. Just for a little while. Had a tooth yanked, and am trying to just go with cold liquids, as instructed, while the pit in the back of my mouth heals over.

I forget, sometimes, the pleasant disorientation that accompanies hunger. The subtle high of malnutrition? The slow shock felt in the body when the body does not receive the food it is used to receiving?

(Very different, this, from, say, a low calorie, vegetable diet. A salad at mealtime instead of nothing at lunch or a smoothie at lunch, for whatever reason leads to a hard edge to my personality. I sharpen. It is—unpleasant.)

Light-headed, but not at all uncomfortably, at my desk. Reading Bluets and thinking of writing. Posting to my blog, which, of course, is something I am unable to do.

Sometimes I think about not eating for a week just to see what would happen. Sometimes I think about not sleeping for a while, too. Just for the heck of it.

Then I accidentally eat a sandwich. Or take a nap.

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Me? I'm me. What's your excuse?

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Rose Hobart by Joseph Cornell



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