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Happy Halloween!

If anyone sees a clown in a rain gutter, run. Do not approach it. It will eat your arm.

(I've been watching IT.)

I can't decide what to write for Halloween. I was thinking vampires, of course, or sci-fi but I'm not so sure. In the process of trying to get inspired, I was reading some Russell/Talbot True Blood pieces. One in particular is just fantastically done. The characterization is spot-on. I admire writer's who get the voice of fandom characters perfectly, not only in dialogue, but also throughout the entire narrative.

I would post the whole thing, if I could. I wanted to post a snippet that just highlights why vampires are, ultimately, tragic.

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From Dollsome's "I think clapping is how hands mourn"


Meanwhile. Language has not done much to pull missing out of mortal terms. A shame, but what can you do? The consequences of a history of great poets who are either human or masquerading as. And so perhaps it can be best transcribed thus: Talbot was his heartbeat. (Speaking, of course, figuratively.) His heartbeat, his bones, his lungs, his brains, the flick of a hand and the curve of a smile. He was as unacknowledged and as necessary as a limb or a blink or a breath. To be without him is to be chopped in half by a shaky-handed dilettante, the best laid plans of King Solomon, it is lobotomy and castration, for here is something that the poets never could find out—if bodies join for long enough, then so do minds and souls. Not in the maudlin mortal sense, transient and darling as a Hallmark card. Simply and cleanly and truly, inextricably. He is half alive, and fuck the centuries of fools who have wielded that sentiment without even beginning to imagine its meaning, who have cheapened it in sonnets and song lyrics and poorly punctuated text messages. It is not romantic. It is not poignant. It is one endless guttural scream, it is the twist of guts, it is the watery overwhelming weakness that eats you up before you vomit. It is, quite frankly: I am forever and you are gone.

Now, think about that.