Proteus
Cousin Stephen, you will never be a saint. Isle of saints. You were awfully holy, weren't you? You prayed to the Blessed Virgin that you might not have a red nose. You prayed to the devil in Serpentine avenue that the fubsy widow in front might lift her clothes still more from the wet street. O si, certo! Sell your soul for that, do, dyed rags pinnned round a squaw. More tell me, more still! On top of the Howth tram alone crying to the rain: Naked women! Naked women! What about that, eh?
What about what? What else were they invented for?
Reading two pages apiecce of seven books every night, eh? I was young. You bowed to yourself in the mirror, stepping forward to applause earnestly, striking face. Hurray for the Goddamned idiot! Hray! No-one saw: tell no-one. Books you were going to write with letters for titles. Have you read his F? O yes, but I prefer Q. Yes, but W is wonderful. O yes, W. Remember you epiphanies written on green oval leaves, deeply deep, copies to be sent if you dies to all the great libraries of the world, including Alexandria? Someone was to read them there after a few thousand years, a mahamanvantara. Pico della Mirandola like. Ay, very like a whale. When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once....
or rather a few things you do not know about me. pt. 1
I'm probably not going to actually divulge any esoteric details here. I'm reluctant to talk about my own life, mostly. Especially to people I'm not drinking with. Hello, it's nice to meet you. And you and you. I hope this finds you well etcetera.
Now, it's come to my very very recent attention that the possibility of my moving to California is much more real than I had originally thought. There is a program at a school in Santa Barbara that I'm very interested in, and I may actually be able to pull the funding together to attend. This is exciting. But I find myself in a bit of a quandary now, as I am on the east coast, in Providence, and am here because I originally thought I would be attending school in Boston. And I'm in Providence only because of that whole messy New Orleans thing, and I was in New Orleans only because I otherwise had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, only that I knew it was necessary to be as far away from further education as possible, at the time. So now I can hardly be farther away from southern, coastal California than Providence, and I can hardly be closer to Boston. But I miss California. More specifically northern California. Ever since I left San Francisco. O my heart. What the fuck. Somebody just tell me what to do. I think I want to move to California. Well, I know I want to move to California, but I don't necessarily not want to move to Boston. I have this love / hate thing for the east coast, and I have this love / love thing for the west coast, but I also haven't been back to the west coast for four years, and distance does make the heart grow fonder and all that. Like I said: choose my adventure, or at least give me some good guidance.
and finally, an extremely expensive and positive thing
When I was in SC for Thanksgiving, I cooked for two days straight, acting as resident chef for my girlfriend's family on Thanksgiving. This is not big thing, because I love cooking, and am very good at it and can basically keep my shit together. So yea, whatever, I made everyone Thanksgiving Dinner. It was great, everyone loved it and said it was all this praise you know etcetera. And now I know I should probably give more backstory to this and say that I've been with my girlfriend for like 5 years and her parents have always loved me and all that, which is good and true, but it would take too long to convey over the internet, so you'll have to go by my word and register how fucking amazing it is that I was given this as a gift before leaving to come back home:
Cousin Stephen, you will never be a saint. Isle of saints. You were awfully holy, weren't you? You prayed to the Blessed Virgin that you might not have a red nose. You prayed to the devil in Serpentine avenue that the fubsy widow in front might lift her clothes still more from the wet street. O si, certo! Sell your soul for that, do, dyed rags pinnned round a squaw. More tell me, more still! On top of the Howth tram alone crying to the rain: Naked women! Naked women! What about that, eh?
What about what? What else were they invented for?
Reading two pages apiecce of seven books every night, eh? I was young. You bowed to yourself in the mirror, stepping forward to applause earnestly, striking face. Hurray for the Goddamned idiot! Hray! No-one saw: tell no-one. Books you were going to write with letters for titles. Have you read his F? O yes, but I prefer Q. Yes, but W is wonderful. O yes, W. Remember you epiphanies written on green oval leaves, deeply deep, copies to be sent if you dies to all the great libraries of the world, including Alexandria? Someone was to read them there after a few thousand years, a mahamanvantara. Pico della Mirandola like. Ay, very like a whale. When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once....
or rather a few things you do not know about me. pt. 1
I'm probably not going to actually divulge any esoteric details here. I'm reluctant to talk about my own life, mostly. Especially to people I'm not drinking with. Hello, it's nice to meet you. And you and you. I hope this finds you well etcetera.
Now, it's come to my very very recent attention that the possibility of my moving to California is much more real than I had originally thought. There is a program at a school in Santa Barbara that I'm very interested in, and I may actually be able to pull the funding together to attend. This is exciting. But I find myself in a bit of a quandary now, as I am on the east coast, in Providence, and am here because I originally thought I would be attending school in Boston. And I'm in Providence only because of that whole messy New Orleans thing, and I was in New Orleans only because I otherwise had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, only that I knew it was necessary to be as far away from further education as possible, at the time. So now I can hardly be farther away from southern, coastal California than Providence, and I can hardly be closer to Boston. But I miss California. More specifically northern California. Ever since I left San Francisco. O my heart. What the fuck. Somebody just tell me what to do. I think I want to move to California. Well, I know I want to move to California, but I don't necessarily not want to move to Boston. I have this love / hate thing for the east coast, and I have this love / love thing for the west coast, but I also haven't been back to the west coast for four years, and distance does make the heart grow fonder and all that. Like I said: choose my adventure, or at least give me some good guidance.
and finally, an extremely expensive and positive thing
When I was in SC for Thanksgiving, I cooked for two days straight, acting as resident chef for my girlfriend's family on Thanksgiving. This is not big thing, because I love cooking, and am very good at it and can basically keep my shit together. So yea, whatever, I made everyone Thanksgiving Dinner. It was great, everyone loved it and said it was all this praise you know etcetera. And now I know I should probably give more backstory to this and say that I've been with my girlfriend for like 5 years and her parents have always loved me and all that, which is good and true, but it would take too long to convey over the internet, so you'll have to go by my word and register how fucking amazing it is that I was given this as a gift before leaving to come back home:
Yea. In case you aren't geeky about shit like that, in the words of some great newscaster, It's kind of a big deal. It smells of rich mahogany.
And in case I'll have to field this question in the future, this is what I made for Thanksgiving. With help. Of course. And for lots of people.
The end.
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