Vasopressin is a potent nonselective vasoconstrictor

Kristina Born's One Hour of Television is in the house. I've been shipping them in batches, so if it's not there yet, it will be shortly. They turned out as good as I had hoped:





You can still do an order for the preorder price for the next few days until I update it and add a dollar. So maybe consider it? Year of the Liquidator. I think it's a fine deal. The book makes me excited to think.






Also new is the inaugural issue of an online journal I've been stoked for since I heard about it, Gene Kwak's We Are Champion.

It's gots Higgs, Glaser, Svalina, Lutz, DiTrapano, Gould, Robinson, Papas, Annarummo, Harris, and I have two links bits that came from my attempt at appropriating Bernhard's The Voice Imitator.

Among those, really stoked that people will be able to read Rachel Glaser's Pee on Water online, as it is still one of my favorite stories ever.

And the DiTrapano comes from the first story in the first issue of No Colony, for which we are working hard on issue 3. It's gonna rip.





Another new online journal is Truth Sauce, who published this short thing I found I'd written on my hard drive and hidden in a series of nested folders, unless someone else wrote it and hid it there.

I like this proliferation of the online new.






Insomnia book is at 69269 words as of this minute. Today writing about dementia, Satanism, and Diane Arbus.

I have a 3,000 page book on my desk that I am reading a little.








The new Beach House album Teen Dream is the best album I've heard come out in a long while.

Cut the Baby's Smarnitt

The masterful and righteous Elizabeth Ellen recently interviewed me about insomnia for Hobart.

EE is the fuckin champ, believe dat. If you haven't bought A PECULIAR FEELING OF RESTLESSNESS or BEFORE YOU SHE WAS A PIT BULL yet, what's your deal?

I am going to Birmingham today to read @ the Bottle Tree with Todd Dills, Sean Carswell and Jim Murphy. 7 PM. If you are in the area come say hi and watch me learn to lick myself correctly. I think I am going to read some sections from the 10 day novel but that might change, I don't know.

Enter Jereme Dean's NO COLONY issue 1 freebie promotion! by Sunday.

Sleep & TWIN MOTHER

My insomnia is full on again. Last night fell asleep finally around 8 am and woke up at 10 am, having had bad nightmares the whole time. I haven't had a night of rest in about two weeks now. My face is turning black.

I also noticed my car was in a different position today from where I left it and the music was way down and I had had a full tank of gas but was now missing about an 1/8th. The only copy of my keys I had in my pants in my room locked. There are no other copies here.

Found this somewhere online: At age 21, Jesse Ball of New York stayed awake for 129 hours. At this same age, he had a dream that seemed to last 13 years.

This is strange because Jesse Ball is one year older than me and when I was 20 I stayed awake for exactly 129 hours also. I had mono at the time and began hallucinating and saw heads in the wall and remember talking to the heads and walking through long holes of colors.

Jesse Ball teaches classes on lying and dreaming at a university, I can't remember which one, I would like to take those.

I need to find a job teaching writing somewhere. $$$. If someone has any suggestions about this please email me. I may have said this before.



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Also: today on HOTBOOKS, a brief review of Robert Lopez's PART OF THE WORLD, as if I haven't gushed about this book enough. I really haven't. If you haven't bought this yet, you are whoops.

Also: A collaborative chapbook I wrote with Justin Dobbs, now titled TWIN MOTHER, is finished and coming out sometime. It is a strange little thing, about 8000 words with a lot of weird inappropriate sex. More on that soon.

dick enlargement persuasion

Some days I want to crush something.
I don't even have a specific stimulus causing the impulse.
I just get up with the vibration in my blood.
I haven't slept worth shit in almost two weeks.
I am back inside the box.
I lay in bed and watch the ceiling and am not even thinking of anything good.
I try to concentrate on the color behind my eyes.
The man that lives next door knocks and squeals and moves around.
We hardly have a wall between us.
For a while I was convinced there was a woodpecker.
Being awake for several hours in bed until the sun comes up and you still haven't even felt drowsy is a sensation that could inspire terrorism.
I need to be flushed out.
I need something to crack my sternum.
I should apply my desire for crushing to myself.
There are two spots on symmetrical sides of my body just above my armpits where my flesh is very sore.
I don't know why.
I haven't lifted anything.
I can't even think of the right words when I am trying to explain myself.
I have to sit and try to think of something similar and then use the Microsoft Word thesaurus to find the simple common word I am looking for.
I need a better outlet.
I am going to begin a spam email operation.
I am going to email people the things my brain in off mode wants to shit out.
I am going to text message random phone numbers with my babble.
There might sometime be a reply.