This past couple of weeks I’ve shadowed the living in a constant state of shock, surreal—nothing surprises, only lets down and terrifies. Personally politically psychically I’m shaken, a manic puking mess hysterical, I laugh when I should cut, cry when I should fight back, sleep when I should write, dream when I should wake up, I made a decision: I’m going to be a monster. “What are you going to do after college?” Write. “What are you going to be?” A monster.
I won the category for “most original costume” at a Halloween party—in possibly my most tactless moment, I went as the redheaded stepchild.
For those amongst you who’ve time and time again insisted to me that I’m the scariest goddamn thing you’ve ever encountered, I officially recant my constant denials and confusion. I’m real scary. I’m going to be a monster.
The prize was a pump-action water gun, so watch out.
To get a taste of my current mood music, check out the Minneapolis-local band A Whisper in the Noise. What does a whisper in the noise sound like?—a brooding, get-out eerie male voice creeping about mad strings. Listen to the songs “Silence” and “In the Dark” hosted at mp3.com and not be owned, I dare you. Thanks to Kevin for the heads up on this group.
Oh, and I had to postpone the visit home (“visit home”). Hm.
My birthday, not home.
No cake, no candles, no wish.
Is this important?
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