I write books thinking of them as books but then when they are books I wish they were not books anymore. I write from the forces of: hate, heat, hubris. I cut my hair and wear silk scarves to cannibalize Cixous. At this point I would like to rename the blog Valerie Solanas is My Sister or Anna Kavan is My Sister but lack all ambition. I regularly suicide this blog as an exercise of shame and silence.