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my name is william withey gull and i am dying. i am catch-me-if-you-can and i am leather apron. i am jack the ripper on my way to heaven.

my little beast, my eyes, my favorite stolen egg. listen. to live is to be marked. to live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know. in perfect stillness, frankly, i’ve only found sorrow.

in the afternoon the sun came out, but the snow and wind kept on for a long time. finally the snow stopped and i lay in the tent watching the fly flap away from the tentwall in the gusts so that the wall became sublimely white and perfect for a moment before the fly’s writhing shadow lashed it; all day i watched the sun-play and felt that i needed no more.

in the afternoon the sun came out, but the snow and wind kept on for a long time. finally the snow stopped and i lay in the tent watching the fly flap away from the tentwall in the gusts so that the wall became sublimely white and perfect for a moment before the fly’s writhing shadow lashed it; all day i watched the sun-play and felt that i needed no more.

her first puppet was a bird, a hand puppet with feathers and sequins, nothing like sabbath’s idea of a puppet. he explained that puppets were not for children; puppets did not say, “i am innocent and good.” they said the opposite. “i will play with you,” they said, “however i like.” she stood corrected, but that didn’t mean that, as a puppetmaker, she ever really stopped looking for the happiness that she’d known at seven, when she still had a mom and a dad and a childhood.

during the day, i’d run around attending to organizational duties. at night, i’d go to mcdonald’s, where i’d buy a small soda and sit and read until closing time at eleven. rode my bike home. made about a dozen phone calls to people on the club’s contact list. i avoided going home for fear of vaporizing in isolation.