greygirlbeast (greygirlbeast) wrote,
greygirlbeast
greygirlbeast
  • Location: Providence, RI
  • Mood: weary
  • Music: Concrete Blonde, "Why Can't You See Me?"

"God is a bullet. Have mercy on us, everyone."

Today is the last day of President Barack Obama's second term, and dark days lie ahead of us all. Today, we stand on the threshold of the unthinkable. But President Obama has been, I believe, the greatest president of my lifetime, which begins with Lyndon B. Johnson in 1964. I pray that we will have a future history to remember Obama as the great man that he is. I pray that we will survive these grim mistakes, and that there is far side to the nightmare that begins tomorrow. I pray that one day we will find our way again and America can be America once more. I pray that posterity will forgive us. That is my atheist's prayer.

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Today is the 208th anniversary of Edgar Allan Poe's birth.

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The sun came back today. Currently, here in Providence it's 42˚F, with a windchill of 37˚F.

Yesterday, I managed only a paltry 356 words on "Tupelo" before work was thwarted by an attempt to medicate away my cough. I won't make the same mistake again. I also signed the signature sheets for the deluxe edition of Lynne Jamneck's anthology, Dreams from the Witch House, which includes my story "Our Lady of Arsia Mons."

If you've not already preordered Dear Sweet Filthy World and Agents of Dreamland, I hope that you will remedy that soon. Thank you.

Resistance, Peace, and Compassion,
Aunt Beast

Tags: "our lady of arisa mons", "tupelo", 1964, agents of dreamland, anxiety, apocalypse, birthdays, dear sweet filthy world, dread, edgar allan poe, fear, lbj, politics, president obama, signature sheets, the horror clown
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