In honor of my Halloween costume...

An excerpt from Ulysses. If you have an interest in Ulysess or Joyce or literature or life in general, please read it. It's from "Lestrygonians," it's all Bloom, it's happy and tragic and unbearably sad all at once.

Oh, and all credit goes to James Joyce. I most certainly did not write this.

( Coolsoft with ointments her hand touched me )

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So, yeah. Halloween rules and it's my favorite holiday and I'm sort of upset that Philo initiation is tonight. But not really because last year we had a swim meet and the pool heater was broken. Hard for it to be worse than that, let me tell you. Especially if you're swimming the 500 and have neglected to bring a towel.

I still need to go downtown and pick up a cute Bloom tie. And finish this Twin Peaks fic so I can watch Twin Peaks. Which is what everyone needs to do on Halloween, at least a little bit, because it's absolutely perfect. And freaky, if you watch it at night. Especially the episode where Bob is flinging matches (cigarettes?) and saying, "Want to play with fire, little boy?" That's the one I watched last year.

I realized that the closest thing I have to Halloween music is "The End" by the Doors. That and maybe "Mad World." Sure, they're appropriate, but there's only so many times you can play them. Well, I do have my Twin Peaks soundtrack. That's suitable.