Buster was reluctant to actually move his entire body through the tunnel to get water. Identify with him now.
Polo, Peggy, and Nigel are today’s particularly soulful cat friends.
I know what’s left of Spider John Koerner.
don’t caste a shadow, cast the entire night
I can’t explain in words how angry my water bottle makes me. It drips water all over me and hisses when I drink out of it and I hate it. I don’t remember the last time I’ve hated an inanimate object so much.
I am pro-bad plans
It is understandable you would want to come back as yourself into a wonderland with the sharpness of color of the Queen of Hearts in a newly opened pack of cards. But coming back as yourself is resurrection. It is uncommon. It may be even greater than the scope of mathematics.
We cannot talk with definition about our souls, but it is certain we will decompose. Some dust of our bodies may end up in a horse, wasp, cockerel, frog, flower, or leaf, but for every one of these sensational assemblies there are a quintillion microorganisms. It is far likelier that the greater part of us will become protists than a skyscraping dormouse. What is likely is that, sooner or later, carried in the wind and in rivers, or your graveyard engulfed in the sea, a portion of each of us will be given new life in the cracks, vents, or pools of molten sulphur on which the tonguefish skate.
You will be in Hades, the staying place of the spirits of the dead. You will be drowned in oblivion, the River Lethe, swallowing water to erase all memory. It will not be the nourishing womb you began your life in. It will be a submergence. You will take your place in the boiling-hot fissures, among the teeming hordes of nameless microorganisms that mimic no forms, because they are the foundation of all forms. In your reanimation you will be aware only that you are a fragment of what once was, and are no longer dead. Sometimes this will be an electric feeling, sometimes a sensation of the acid you eat, or the furnace under you. You will burgle and rape other cells in the dark for a seeming eternity, but nothing will come of it. Hades is evolved to the highest state of simplicity. It is stable. Where you are a tottering tower, so young in evolutionary terms, and addicted to consciousness.
Submergence, J.M. Ledgard
Pie, wine, and turkey reveal momentarily the spinal cord of wonder that keeps the universe upright. Also I’m drunk.
If you wanna, like, finish whatever you’re doing and give me a call or something that would be cool.
Well, one good idea for a press would be to start a blog where people could submit links to their manuscripts and every week readers could vote on which manuscript to publish and there would be semifinals and then the elite eight and then the final four and then a championship and then a champion book that would be published. The winner would be determined by either using those blog polls or by auction. Maybe one book would get made during every major pro sports season. Maybe two in baseball season. I think everytime people voted they would have to pay $2 and that money would cover the cost of production. Probably people couldn’t vote on their own book. People would have to donate money. Hundreds of dollars. Every indie press worth their salt would donate. Publishing Genius would donate serious money. Bake sales, too, I imagine. Hot chicks doing the car washes.
I’m really not trying to troll, but if I feel edged out of indie publishing culture—tho i know i’m really *not,* not at all, i’m smackdab fucking everyday up to my ears IN it—how can ANYONE feel part of it when like “innovative publishing models” involve major league sports and hot chicks doing car washes? And I know this is supposed to be irreverent. But it’s NOT irreverent! It’s REVERENT! It’s TOO, REVERENT! Reverent toward the masternarratives of American mainstream culture—the narratives about WHOSE story has value. And the stories that have value are always the same: the stories that white men have to tell.
I REALLY don’t mean to troll or be rude or doubtful and I think publishing genius is AWESOME and I appreciate EVERYTHING EVERYONE does who gives their precious precious time to writing communities but I think we all need to be more mindful about WHAT WE’RE SELLING HERE.
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