Bernadette, the bat

My cells dance jazz. Sometimes. Today it's dark wave.


One sweet little beast came and visited me yesterday. Bernadette was flying around midnight through my room, I woke up because of her noisy wing beat. When I switched the light on, she was hanging on my bookshelf. She later disappeared through the french window.

Exorcisms, dark spirits, and screaming cats; the world I more or less choose to attend in my sleep phase.
I will pack my cases one day, and abandon my body.

My book list has grown to 4 pages. Here are some books I have collected:
  • Ulysses - James Joyce
  • The Counterfeiters - Andre Gide
  • Howl - Allen Ginsberg
  • The Fountainhead - Ayn Rand
  • Sophie's World - Jostein Gaarder
  • The Sound and the Fury - William Faulkner
  • Swann's Way - Marcel Proust
  • The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
  • Dead Souls - Nikolai Gogol
  • Les Misérables - Victor Hugo
  • The Brothers Karamasov - Dostoevsky
  • Der Steppenwolf - Herrmann Hesse
  • Siddharta - Hesse
  • Die Verwandlung - Franz Kafka
  • Franny and Zooey - J.D. Salinger
  • On the Road - Kerouac
  • Brida - Paulo Coelho
  • The Art Of War - Sun Tzu
  • Ham On Rye - Charles Bukowski
  • Empire Falls - Richard Russo
  • Frankenstein - Mary Shelley
  • 1984 - George Orwell
  • Leaves Of Grass - Walt Whitman
  • The Rum Diary - Hunter S. Thompson

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