“An excellent book that gradually reveals its purpose. It made me want to read it again, which I was more than happy to do.” Gary Mundy (Ramleh, Kleistwahr)
“An intellectual, street corner treatise on Belfast and surviving its mean streets. Beautifully written, intelligent without losing any of its grit. Highly recommended.” Tony Nesca (author of About A Girl)
“Trainspotting through the lens of Bukowski.” Alexander Kattke (author of On the Compassion of Spiders)
After the success of his debut collection A Vortex of Securocrats, Belfast based author/poet Christopher Owens will be releasing his debut novella on Friday 24th February via the Brighton based experimental publishing company Sweat Drenched Press.
Entitled “dethrone god”, it is an amusing, poignant and thought-provoking tale where the reader follows the unnamed narrator as he tries to get home from Belfast city centre from a night out. Along the way he annoys horny teenagers, gets a milkshake thrown at him and reminisces about is life. Crucially, he is also hiding a very dark secret.
Will he tell us what it is?
Excerpt
That night, there was a reasonably large crowd outside McDonalds, throwing their food at each other with their multi coloured hoods up. Most of them, I guessed from quickly eyeballing them, were between 14-17. The oldest one was probably about 20. Kids with fresh faced stares and hard attitudes, eyeing up passers-by in the hope one will start on them. I remember one guy who, somehow, managed to get dropkicked in this particular spot by some kid. For obvious reasons, it was never openly discussed but you could sense that he had changed. That he had realised that, in the minds of those around him, he was no longer an individual but a perpetual victim. Defined by a freak incident that would haunt him forever and gradually reduce his confidence year by year, until it got to the stage where he would offer a fight to another kid who happened to bear a superficial resemblance.
I didn’t want that to happen to me, so I pressed on past them. Taking a cue from my good friends, I adopted a stern expression, fixed eyesight and a stride that indicated focus and determination. I also figured that the leather jacket would add menace to my frame.
Walking by the collective, I heard the following:
“So all I heard on the phone was ‘you’re gonna get shot in the spine.'”
“Hahaha.”
“So, I just smoked a waterfall and sat in my granny’s shed for four hours like.”
“Hahaha paranoid as fuck were ye? Hahaha.”
“Aye my fuckin head was melted like hahaha.”
“I wouldn’t have if it wasn’t for that snub shit happening the 2nd time. I don’t know what it is with these fucking losers trying to be friendly with me long after I moved on. Is it because we see each other so often or because we run with the same crowd like? Who the fuck cares? I’m not playing.”
At this moment, the conversation stopped as I had just exited their line of vision. I knew not to look back at them.
“Fuck’s sake, check out the grease on that cunt’s head.” Immediately, I feel a tingle at the crown and my ears hotting up. I carry on walking.
“I’m talking to you, ya speccy fruit.”
I balled my fists up but shoved them in my pockets.
Next thing, I felt something floppy hit me on the head, followed by laughter. I was still conscious, so it was clearly nothing serious. It was, however, a McChicken sandwich coated in mayonnaise and spit.
“I’M FUCKIN’ TALKIN’ TO YOU.”
The second I turned round to see what was chucked at me, the milkshake carton hit me right in the chest and exploded everywhere, covering half of my face.
Laughter.
I am 13 years old again. I’ve just been egged by teachers and pupils in the school I am leaving because I was overachieving.
{{{A droning, metallic whirl became notable, and the gates began to part. Some other bloke in white overalls was waiting there, with a look that mixed mild annoyance and stoic determination. The two greeted each other and proceeded to unload the van, which was packed with plastic bags containing human corpses. Some had been sliced in order to fit into the bags, but most seemed to be in one piece. Both men would disappear behind the gate and re-emerge empty handed, both looking about as if they were defying someone, anyone to pass judgement on their profession. But there were no passers-by at the time, and I was either not considered worthy enough to be granted the privilege of having a row with two upstanding workers, or I wasn’t in their line of vision.}}}
Fuck it.
The oldest one.
He was keeled over in laughter.
Running towards him, I swung a miserable punch (the first I’d thrown in nearly 25 years) which I can only describe as an attempt at slapping someone with a balled up fist. Although it connected with the side of his face, he continued to laugh, less to do with the punch and seemingly more to do with the fact that he had gotten a reaction out of me.
Second time, I threw a proper punch and make a point of putting some weight behind it as it connected with his nose. I swore I would never do such a thing again. That process of thinking that his nose has almost collapsed as you feel a crunching sensation on your knuckles…
Within milliseconds, blood runs from his nostrils, coating his orange hoodie. He stopped laughing, seemingly a little too startled to react. Those around him, who stayed silent throughout, suddenly gathered themselves and approached their fallen comrade. I decided to leg it in case one of them attempted to take me down.
Gordon from the Four Winds told me that he’d had a knife pulled on him (in broad daylight) near the barbers in Waring Street and I figured that at least one kid in this little fracas was packing. The humiliation would have been unbearable: not only being stabbed outside a McDonald’s but also being killed by some gormless 15year-old who’ll probably film it, send it to all his mates and then wonder how the cops caught him.
Progress, eh?
Zapruder would have wept.
{{{Rusted. Diagonal. Undergrowth sprouting through the back seats. The wheels long gone, and the bonnets treated with moss and excess wood chippings. The lead vehicle even has a Katsura tree growing out of the front end. A thick, bulbous trunk protruding its branches into the thin air while the vehicle sags under the weight of it, the broken lightbulbs seemingly implying capitulation.
Trying to venture your way through the thick foliage that engulfs the ground, you are constantly on edge. Not simply because you are aware that you’re disturbing a spot of beauty that has been reclaimed by nature, but also because forests are a living manifestation of the mermaid’s call. How else do you explain the abandoned cars? The sensation of drooping leaves rubbing against your cheek, while hoping that the next spot you walk on is flat ground, tenses up the muscles and leads to fantasises of owning a machete and swinging it around with reckless abandon. Trying to reassert oneself against the unknown.
Silence, except for the rustling on the ground whenever the feet are moving.}}}
Albums I’m currently experiencing
Killing Joke – What’s This For…!
The greatest album of all time. RIP Geordie.
Debris Inc – Debris Inc
Dave from Saint Vitus and Ron from Trouble jam and pay homage to their punk roots.
bdrmm – I Don’t Know
Indie/shoegaze done correctly.
Bush Tetras – They Live in My Head
Great to have them back recording
Bourbonese Qualk – Laughing Afternoon
Should have been as big as Cabaret Voltaire.
Wanting to document and making the time to do so can be an issue so I was grateful for the first lockdown and the apocalyptic juggernaut that followed as it spurred me on to put together my first collection (thank you to Craig at Close to the Bone) and gave me ideas for future projects like this one which began when I walked home from work during the second lockdown (key worker apparently) and it hit me just how much Belfast has changed in my lifetime thanks to the ever accelerating momentum of globalisation and the supposed “peace process” so I wanted to document this but I needed a character and a reason for him thinking the way he did but local history and a few interesting conversations helped direct me to what is in the book but the title was a holdover from the first lockdown so the use of quotation marks not only removes the earnestness of the sentiment but allows for a detached perspective on a protagonist whom readers will decide on for themselves in many ways the book can be read in tandem with my first collection as an example of the people who live in a heavily censorious society while the collection documents that society but we have to give thanks and credit to Duncan Ross for the artwork as it embodies a stark surrealism that reflects my own writing plus it looks cool on the front cover and last but not least is Zak at SDP for taking a chance on the book and giving me the opportunity to appear alongside the likes of Marcus Meltdown, RG Vasicek, Michael Gerard and Kenji Siratori has made a happy 38 year old so happy he feels 31 again.
Q. Why?
A. In this day and age we need to say no to mediocre content and if I can be a part of the pushback then I’m happy.
Q. Do the Troubles influence your writing?
A. Bernard MacLaverty described it as the elephant in the living room so it does in a way but I don’t believe I am defined by it.
Q. What do you look for in a good book?
A. Substance, be it plot dialogue character narration.
Q. Fact or Fiction?
A. I don’t have a preference. Both of them function in their own way and I appreciate what both can bring to the reader whenever done correctly. Of course there are people out there who will only read one or the other citing that they either don’t have time for fiction or find fact based stuff too depressing. Personally I find such attitudes incomprehensible. A book like The Wasp Factory can tell you just as much about a particular mindset as does A Secret History of the IRA. So why deny yourself both?
Q. Why indie?
A. The thought of Picador signing me to a book deal is laughable and it’s easier to express yourself in indie circles as the crowd are ones who have read everything from cut ups to GIF chapbooks.
Q. Your favourite Haim sister?
A. Este.
Links to purchase:
USA: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CVX57CSQ
UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0CVX57CSQ
NL: https://www.amazon.nl/dp/B0CVX57CSQ
PL: https://www.amazon.pl/dp/B0CVX57CSQ
SE: https://www.amazon.se/dp/B0CVX57CSQ
CAN: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0CVX57CSQ
AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B0CVX57CSQ
Sweat Drenched Press Website: https://sweatdrenchedpress.webador.co.uk/order-1/dethrone-god
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p.s. RIP Lyn Hejinian ** Today the blog adorns its red carpet outfit in order to be consensually trampled on by the newest book from arguably the wildest smaller press out there aka Sweat Drenched aka Christopher Owens’s raucous novel “dethrone god”. Mr. Owens has organised an introductory look-see for his tome, and I encourage you to partake and think seriously about poking the appropriate purchase link. Thanks to Christopher and to SDP honcho Zak Ferguson. ** Bill, Hi, B. Obviously, I would love to see the evolved state of the second half. You need a nudge, clearly, if not a borderline shove, and here’s one. *oof* ** Sypha, I can see ‘Blow Up’ fitting inspiringly into you and yours, yes. ** _Black_Acrylic, Ooh, nice. You’ve always been so stylin’, man. Puts nonconsensual bohemian schlump me to shame. Dude, that’s crazy about Leeds’ wild success spurt. Continuum. Pre-slurp about the new PT entree. Guitar bands seem to be taking care of their own slow demise quite successfully.? ** Dominik, Hi!!! Things with the film and its future look better than they have in ages, so fingers crossed. Uh, my weekend … Nice Zoom with RT’s on-the-ground producer Luka to catch her up. I proposed an idea for Zac’s and my next film that I was excited about to him, and he’s excited about it too, so the ice is broken on our next script, which is exciting. I looked at art in galleries, but nothing very amazing. I’ve heard the second t.A.T.u. album, which I thought was kind of uneven, but not the third one. Hm. Love letting me be good friends with a duck, G. ** Charalampos, Hey. Cool that you’re an Antonioni head. I thought there was some filler on ‘Dangerous’, as compared to their first, but I haven’t listened to it in yonks. I do think Trevor Horn’s production was a pretty key component. Or I did. Love from here and there in the context of here. ** Justin, Hi. I think you’d probably like ‘Blow Up’ at least. Pretty hard not to like that one. You barreling into the new week? ** PL, Hi! There’s not really a ‘late’ here. Blog time is kind of non-linear. Thanks, I do know ‘Perfect Blue’ and ‘Midori’ and really like them, but not ‘The Bloody Lady’ so I’ll hunt that. Yeah, Disney pretty much lost it when Disney himself died. I’m a huge ‘Pinocchio’ fan myself. Thanks! What else is up? ** Steve Erickson, Nope, I thought about watching them, but I haven’t found the suitable hours yet. Well, I just proposed an idea for the new film to Zac on Saturday, and he’s very onboard, so we’re at the basic concept stage with still a bunch to talk about and fill in before I start writing the script. I kind of figured the Veselka doc would be like that, but, of course, I’m going to try to watch it anyway just out of affection for that joint. Scary about the con man. Thank goodness that was nipped. ** seb 🦠, Hey, pal! Otherwise is often the best option. I’m good, just film film film all the time. A bed on stilts. Does it creak when you roll over? I slept on a futon on the floor for years, but I gave in and have the usual box type now. Your old bed was awfully roomy. That’s a real clown car-sounding thing. Eternal godspeed situation, I think, yes, and I’m ushering it your way. ** Misanthrope, I dare say I can imagine that I don’t have the cajones to name myself what you suggest. Did Alex beat you all? And then beat you? ** politekid, Hey. Yeah, I’m gutted by Lyn Hejinian’s death. She’s so great. I hung out with her once, and she was extremely nice as a person too. Cannes is a super big long shot, but our new co-producer has gotten 12 films he produced into Cannes, so he thinks there’s a chance, and I’m trying hard not to think there is, basically. Porridge phase sounds very familiar. I think I’m often there. Even though I’ve never eaten porridge unless, like, oatmeal counts. I don’t know Annie Baker, no. I really hardly ever see theater work. ‘Douglas Coupland-syndrome’, ha ha. Nice. Hm, I guess I’ll try to read that play since I doubt I’ll ever see it, or is it a thing that works on paper, do you think? Dude, longlisted! Awesome! Oh, please, you and your self-deprecation. I don’t believe you’re not a good poet for one second. Prove me wrong. Weekend was okay. I recounted it to, I think, Dominik up above. I guess I would say my favorite Antonionis are ‘Red Desert’ and ‘Blow Up’ maybe. I could do a favorite poetry books post. Huh, that’s actually kind of a nerdy exciting thing to do. I may have to get through the post-production work first, but I will. Nice idea. Thank you. You sound good. If you’re porridge inside it clearly suits you. ** tomk, Hi, tk. Wow, congratulations on the new kiddo! And on being the good kind of wrecked. Great! So sweet! Enjoy whatever living with a tiny new human entails. Love, me. ** Nicholas., Well, howdy! Nice shimmering. I’m good, film work is the only thing up, and the last thing I ate was a not very good set of three falafel balls wrapped in a corn tortilla. What about your mouth -> stomach? LA! Road trip! How far is the drive? I’m gonna get there myself in maybe a month but by jet sadly. Great to see you. ** Guy, Hey, Guy. Extremely tasty is good enough. Tuesday, tomorrow! Hang in there. Wow, you’re teaching great stuff. That sounds like a lot of brain work. Have you taught those areas before and know the drill? Thanks for including my poem thing within that awesome company. And that’s exciting about your collection in progress! Future sight for sore eyes. And your already notorious fiction thing/book. Although I have no German available for it, drat. Deep dish can really murder your digestive system in the most acceptable way. Ecstasy re: my weekend is maybe a bridge too far, as they say, but it had creatively progressive elements, which certainly counts as a goal. Enjoy the sword-y stuff. And everything else, naturally. ** Darby 🧯🤦♂️, Ha ha, now that is a emoji pair made in heaven if there ever was one. Is your old room still visually identical to when it wasn’t old? Sorry you’re there, but you’ll see it merely as your kingdom in no time, I bet. You just made me want pocky, but it doesn’t feel so bad since I can buy some after a untaxing, oh, 12 minute walk to the so-called ‘Japanese district’. No, no body donation to a museum or a doll making person when it comes to me. I don’t know what I want to do with it, but I think I’d rather decay in solitude if I have a choice. Would you? Potentially ok week, not bad. Me too. ** Uday, Hi. If you figure out how to do nothing successfully and happily or whatever, let me know how because I can’t do nothing. Even for, like, 30 seconds. Well, depending on how you define nothing, I guess. It’s all nothing in a way, I suppose. Really, about the flirting in my novels? Well, I don’t have them memorised, so maybe, yeah. But I bet the flirting was pretty dorky or unsuccessful if so. Or, yeah, I do it without realising. I’m going to pay attention, although I definitely don’t flirt anymore IRL. I’m, like, old. Monday? How did it go? ** Okay. You folks investigate Christopher Owens’ new book, etc., and I’ll go work on my film, and I’ll see you back here tomorrow.
Now available in North America 
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This looks supremely up my alley. I immediately went to the website of the retailer I use for my bookstore (in Belgium), but they only had “A Vortex of Securocrats” in stock, so I ordered 5 copies of that one and I’ll try to contact the press directly (or maybe just plan a trip to Brighton, love that city). Thanks a bunch for this spotlight on something I again didn’t know about.
As it seems to be done by lots of people in these comments I’ll just share my days: I’m currently in Rome on a writing residency, reading a lot of your work (and De Sade, Pasolini (Petrolio, and his poems), Guillaume Dustan, Genet, Acker & Tricia Warden. The project I submitted to the money people that paid for my month-long stay here stated that I was going to write “scabreux” stories and that I was going to “suck the anti-fascist blood energy” out of the beach where Pasolini was murdered. So far I’ve only done the latter, but the writing is slowly taking shape (or lack thereof).
I’ve been pestering my publisher about putting your books into Dutch translation (as I understand, “Closer” was translated into “Dichterbij” with Prometheus in the nineties, the same publisher who now published the amazing translation of NEW JUCHE’s Mountainhead, which I devoured and even travelled to London for to meet up with Martin Bladh and get my hands on other NJ material), but he keeps telling me that there’s not a lot of interest in English-to-Dutch translations, which I think is a gross overestimation of our nation’s notions of the English language as well as an underestimation of the creative act of translation in itself. But I’ll keep hammering on about it. I think it would be enormously important for the George Miles-cycle to be republished in Dutch, all novels at once. Our publishers in the 80’s and 90’s were famous for putting out translations of Acker, De Sade, Artaud, Pasolini, Bataille etc. and I feel that the current “young” readership in Belgium and The Netherlands is absolutely PRIMED for a resurgence of visceral experimental and non-compromising books.
I bought Gombrowicz two days ago here in Rome, based off your blog post. Reading “The Possessed” now, and have the other books on order for when I return to Belgium. Getting really excited about diving into the work.
Anyway, enough love-lettering. I hope you’re well, and that the work is going well.
Congrats Sweat Drenched Press buddy!
So exciting your film moves. And a next one moving already? These very early pre born stages of creation are so mysterious… So I am excited for you. I am reading tons of books atm, and when the next months starts I put reading on the side to what I hope is going to be a long writing creative process for me along with so many stuff like continue learning French by myself? Is possible? Currently reading and loving The prime of Miss Jean Brodie
If you never listened to the third t.A.T.u. album, listen to the song 220 please
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZdbZBu3wwtM
The English version is called Sparks, both are equally good. That intro????
I did countless experiments around that song during the creation of All Out in the Open
Going out the door as intro plays and start doing my thing. Sending all kinds of energies to the artwork. The neighbours thought I am strange but do I care?
Love from rainy Chania
I was thinking, who is to say I can’t read and write at same time? I feel especially because poetry comes natural to me… I have this hunger of doing poems. It is so beautiful. I can differentiate from other people’s stuff clearly. Influence is always good natured but it can be general influence not interfering with the work
I am too shy to ask you for the brand new film idea but I understand you want to keep it under wraps for long time. I don’t even know if I want to know yet ha ha
The Purdy novel I was telling arrived today. Eustache Chisholm. Do you remember the red cover with the snake and the butterfly? It is quite beautiful. I can’t wait to get to it and Narrow rooms is on my pile too
Thank you Dennis, so, so much for your support and kindness.
Zak xx
Congrats to Mr. Owens and to Zak.
Dennis, Hahaha, right? I know you won’t, but it’s an ace screen name. 😉
Um, hahaha, yes and yes. 😉
He’s very good at Smash Bros. Kayla had more points but he had more wins, though he did lose with his beloved Princess Peach, whom he said he never loses with. I didn’t win a fucking one of them. But then we played Mario Party and the game was treating me like syphilis but I somehow ended up winning. 1. Me. 2. David. 3. Alex. 4. Kayla.
I’m tired as fuck. Didn’t get but about 5 hours maybe? After the games, he stayed a bit and we, um, hung out in my bedroom. So, yeah, a fun night overall that got more fun as the hours passed. 😛
Hi!!
I can’t wait to finish work and dive in – Sweat Drenched Press never disappoints!
I’m so happy to hear things are looking good for once! You’re so close now! And you already have an idea for another film?! I’m guessing you can’t share much about it yet, but… can you?
Awh, this is one of the sweetest loves we’ve ever shared! That’d be so good, wouldn’t it? Love explaining to me what’s good about bubble tea, Od.
Dennis– Hey Now! Zack, congratz!! This be awesome ~~ ! Benj Weissman/Paul McCarthy show was immense & spectacular! The (new) Pit was lit!! and Packed !! Fear of Kathy Acker play opens tomorrow! EEEEEK. I believe our Pfunny Pfriends Mark and Jose coming Wed nite!!! Yack soon! luv, Jack
Hi, Dennis! I’ve just watched ‘Pinocchio’ for the first time last friday and thought it was pretty cool, especially the whole Pleasant Island thing. I agree, Disney was over when Walt died, and I really miss his sense of evil, today everything is too sweet, almost a disrespect to the animation medium. I also like ‘Bambi’, and maybe an unpopular opinion, but I really love ‘The Three Caballeros’. People say it’s offensive to Brazilians but I’m Brazilian myself so it’s ok. Outside Disney, I really like ‘Belladonna of Sadness’, ‘Wicked City’, ‘Tale of Tales’ and the old ‘Neon Genesis Evangelion’ (btw, what do you think about the remake version?). I’m kinda of obsessed with animation these days, what would you recommend?
Also, do you have a favourite illustrator?
ciao dennis,
long time no see again. thank you for this new book you made me discover. i love it.
i ended up going to concerto (the music store here in amsterdam) some days ago, and it was really nice but also a bit uncanny. it is like a huge store with vinyls and overpriced dvd’s now. i don’t know if that’s always been the case, they have some used and new cd’s and goodies. they have a café inside, now, and some tables. anyway i found it very overpriced compared to other music stores here, so maybe it has to do with its reputation. i would love to know how it was in the past! tell me, please.
and again, i’m writing to you from class, because i’m too busy to do it at home (and today’s class is not good at all).
sending you all the best, and also, how are you doing? how are you feeling?
@ Christopher, Zak and all at SDP, congratulations to everyone on what looks like a true essential! 2024 is already shaping up to be a good one.
Sorry to hear the bad news about Lyn Hejinian. Time to revisit your Hejinian day from a few years ago. Just weeks before lockdown, wow! Narry a peep about the virus.
Your nudge is acknowledged and appreciated. I think I’ve given up ideas of a more ambitious spring break trip, so that would be a good deadline for a small project outcome or two.
dethrone god does sound raucous. I’ve only been in Belfast once for a conference years ago, can’t say I had a raucous time.
Saw Robert Morgan’s Stopmotion. I love some of his shorts, some truly disturbing and dark animation, but what he does so well is hard to pull off in a feature combining live action. If I’d liked it more, I was planning to propose a celebratory guest post with his classics, but no. Playing with the idea of a dark animation survey post, hmm.
Bill
Hi Dennis, your poem made that awesome collection even more awesome. I also have a voice recording of you reading it. May I play it in class? The students are nice and enthusiastic. Yes, my work this term has been a real mind expansion. I did study most of this stuff during my BA in English lit ages ago, but it’s my first time teaching poetry at this level. It’s been a lot of work, yes, but I’ve loved doing the research, cause it’s forced me to do so much more brain work than I would do if I weren’t forced lol. So, I have learnt a lot, and I think my own poetic skills have also improved. I have to confess though that my slave helped me a lot with one of my lectures as he’s done a whole phd on one of the topics I mentioned… You don’t need to know German in order to be able to read my story as it is in English. The publisher is based in Germany. It is a heartless and violent story though, and editing it has been utterly draining… Your weekend sounds very productive, creatively satisfying, and of course extremely Capricorn! I will update you on the sword show tonight just because. Mwaahhh
Trevor Horn produced t.a.t.u.? I had no idea.
According to my doctor, my chest X-ray and bloodwork are mostly OK, but I have a high white blood cell count that indicates an infection of some kind. He referred me to a hematologist. I’m also supposed to get a back X-ray on Wednesday. It hasn’t improved one bit, so maybe the muscle is torn rather than just strained.
A dark animation day would be a terrific idea. Communist-era Eastern European animation was spectacular.
Hello!! Hello!!
I finished that Anthropodermic Bibliopegy book today!
Here’s something I thought you might find cool (If you don’t already know)
There’s a rumored copy of Marque De Sade’s “Justine” bound in human skin and with the cover made from the breast of a unknown woman. Though its yet to be found…I want to believe such a thing exists! I think it very much could.
In the book I read it also states France has strict laws on the body, like, you cant sell human skulls or tattooed skins of corpses even if they consented. Just letting you know in case you happen to have somebody’s fingers floating in a formaldehyde jar! (Or a skin-bound book)
Ok got to go!
🏃♂️
I’m keeping my fingers/toes crossed for you/Zac that Room Temperature gets into Cannes. How exciting. Max Lawton’s English translation of Vladimir Sorokin’s ‘Blue Lard’ is out tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing what all the fuss is/was about. Is that on your radar? Anyway, I found ‘Blow-Up’ on one of the streaming apps we have so I’m off to watch that. 🎞️😁
What a cool sounding book! My bank account is in the double digits but I’ll get on it ASAP. By doing nothing I meant doing my homework, job, etc. Things I’m obliged to do. Re stuff to do with your corpse: I’ve always found the Parsi/Tibetan Buddhist vulture thing cool. Also I think dorky flirting is nice but I’m into awkward/shy guys so maybe that’s just me. Oh and I think I’m the inverse of you in that you’re always a voice for giving young people agency whereas I’m very firmly on the side of people aren’t too old to do stuff. Like you’re free not to want to do romantic stuff but I don’t think you’re too old for it. (I’m sorry if my text sounds harsh; I swear niceness is all in vocal tone)