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[phosfate]

Took an example from bnh and read Slaughterhouse-Five today, on the grounds that one more fricken fantasy novel would send me over the edge. And since I don't own any firearms, there would be no payoff to the edge thing. Made me feel better.

The irony is of course that Slaughterhouse-Five is a fantasy novel anyway, but there's lots more goddamn fucking swearing, so it's okay.

Anyway, I'd forgotten how much I like Mr Vonnegut. Want more. I read him a lot in junior high, and probably seriously puzzled various faculty members the day I went around asking if it was really possible to kill a guy by injecting him with orange juice as was done in Happy Birthday, Wanda June.

If I did that nowadays, I'd be sent to the counselor's office trying to prove that I'm not planning on taking out the lunch crowd with high-powered weaponry.

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[motheaten.livejournal.com]

i love vonnegut. i read breakfast of champions in tenth grade and he's just one of those authors who opened my eyes and made me look at things differently, as cheesy and dumb as that sounds.

my alltime favourite is cat's cradle:

Man blinked. "What is the purpose of all this?" he asked politely.
"Everything must have a purpose?" asked God.
"Certainly," said man.
"Then I leave it to you to think of one for all this," said God. And He went away.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

I think of Breakfast of Champions every time I see ordinary clothing glow in black light.