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i'm reading one of the most horrifying and beautiful pieces of literature i've ever gotten my hands on. this is my third attempt to finish Death on the Installment Plan by Celine, and i'm determined to do it this time. every other time i've gotten about half-way through before something explosive happened in my life which made it fall down the priority list. which is a terrible shame, but i don't mind starting it over again. it's no waste of time, that's for sure.

"The flame under the Arc de Triomphe rises, rises higher, breaks, scatters through the sky...The whole place smells of smoked ham...Then Mireille whispering in my ear, speaking to me at last: "Ferdinand, my darling, I love you!...I admit it, you have wonderful ideas!" The flames rain down on us, everyone picks up a big chunk...We stuff them sizzling and whirling into our flies. The ladies put on bouquets of fire...We fall asleep inside each other.

Twenty-five thousand policemen clear the Place de la Concorde. It was too much for us inside each other. It was too hot. There was smoke coming out. It was hell."

/swoon

my copy of Zombies Ate My Neighbors for SNES has disappeared and i'm very sad.

this week is super busy, but it is looking like it's also going to rock pretty hard. mmm...yule tide...