"Oh, but she loves, like sleep to the freezing. Sweet and right and merciful..."

[greygirlbeast]

A very, very, very bad day.

Sunny, but too cool. Our high was only 61˚F. It's 60˚F now. The leaves are falling.

Please have a look at our eBay. There are copies of Beneath an Oil-Dark Sea and Dear Sweet Filthy World (the latter, possibly my most underrated collection).

I have some stuff I posted to Twitter:

Can I do that? Preemptively cancel myself? Because, at this point, it seems the least painful course.

~ and ~

Also, when did people, journalists, the Associated Press, whoever, forget that headlines are capitalized throughout? Is that threatening or something?

~ and ~

"Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)"
~ Walt Whitman, "Song of Myself, 51"

~ and ~

See, books, all writings, are like Obi-Wan Kenobi. You can strike them down, but when you do they become more powerful, maybe more powerful than you can possibly imagine. (For Margaret Atwood)

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The afternoon's documentary was the second half of the four-hour William Randolph Hearst documentary.

Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast



5:10 p.m.