From St. Umlaut!
Whose two fiery eyes are all that are left of the saint!
You can see them staring at you in certain words!
Who wrote that charming book of dubious hagiography?
A good dead friend (Li Hidley) gave me that and it's somewhere hidden at the top of my mother's house.
I miss it tonight!
It's very Gorey.
I also feel the absence of the Gorey book in which the lonely soul keeps lions in Ohio.
I want that book!
I have begun to frustrate doctors.
One walked out of a room today so that my talking would stop.
I don't really take these things personally.
He is rather a Viking sort of doctor.
He still kickboxes.
I think.
His staff is kind.
I think I keep the doctor for the staff.
Probably he has fantasies of drowning me in a submerged creel of eels.
Can't say I blame him.
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