Self-Portrait Day: My Halloween Costume, Day 2 (of 2)

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Oscar B

This year for Halloween I want to be like other girls.





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Alistair McCartney

My Halloween Costumes (identity is scary)



Costume number one: I am Freddy Krueger's sweater




Costume number two: I am the Hallway in The Shining




Costume number three: I am Justin Long's fake rose tattoo in Jeepers Creepers




Costume number four: I am The dwarf's red hood in Don't Look Now




Costume number five: I am the ball gag in Jay Hernandez's mouth in Hostel



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Derek McCormack





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Trees

Here is my Halloween costume. I always wear it around all day on Halloween, then usually change into a different costume at night. This year, I think I'm going to just wear nothing.





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Statictick

costume: A large street sign, six feet by six feet, leaning against a wall. I say LEAVE NO TRACE in blocky black letters against translucent white. I look nifty when lights hit me certain ways. I can't talk to you, but I can hear you. You're walking around having lots of abrupt, interrupted conversations that I am recording random snippets of. At six minute intervals, a small slot under the E in TRACE will eject six feet of ticker tape that contains words and phrases randomly chosen from your conversations. The print on the ticker tape is so tiny it's hard to read. Reading it is made more difficult because while tying to hold the ticker tape, you are absorbing a powerful designer drug that I am not smart enough to even begin to explain. You are getting really, really fucking high.

When someone at the party utters a word or phrase that has ended up on the ticker tape, a giant, formerly invisible plasma-dripping tendril comes down from the ceiling, opens it's mouth, and swallows that person. The tendril shoots back up to the ceiling, encasing and dangling the partygoer, who becomes very sedate very fast. I don't even know what's happening to you in there. This happens a few times before you discern some connection between the tape and what's being said and going up to the ceiling. A guess hatches a rumor that the people on the ceiling have to be even more fucked up than the people on the floor.

You either scramble to the ticker tape and try to read and pronounce a word, or you notice the little door and slot above the L in LEAVE. If you open the door and place a drink (iced tea, lemon, real sugar) and a smoke (marijuana preferred) on the small platform inside, then shut the door, a small card comes out of the slot. The card will contain a word or phrase that I think will next be uttered, and that's already on the ticker tape. The card is made of the same designer drug as the ticker tape, so you are immediately even more fucked up as you attempt to see and pronounce the word or phrase that might get you sucked up to the ceiling where you think you're going to get more high, before someone else utters it.

At the end of the party, you will either snap to on the floor, or be lowered from the ceiling. If you remained on the floor, you just go home or whatever. If you land from the ceiling, you land without your costume, but dressed in cleaning-crew gear, and you and your comrades clean up after the party before snapping to, wondering where everyone else went. A few of you flip me off and leave.



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Kier









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daniel





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Jesse Hudson

“…turn their eyes away in the face of the as yet unnameable which is proclaiming itself and which can do so, as is necessary whenever a birth is in the offing, only under the species of the non-species, in the formless, mute, infant, and terrifying form of monstrosity.” -- Jacques Derrida, “Structure, Sign, and Play in the Discourse of the Human Sciences"



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L@rstonovich



I am either:

a.) this ball girl from the 2008 Federer - Nadal Wimbledon Final.

b.) the creepy guy who falls in love with the ball girl from the 2008 Federer - Nadal Wimbledon Final and sorts through 32 10-minute clips on you tube to capture screenshots of her in action.



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_Black_Acrylic

In the absence of any proper costume, here I am showing off a freakish and sinister aspect of my appearance. As you can see, my bottom two front teeth are hideously crooked. Sleep tight and don't have nightmares.





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October

1. Clinical Depression
2. A woman on her period
3. Acceptance
4. The moment when you kiss for the first time
5. Matt Marcure





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Kiddiepunk

This year I will be haunting the DC's Halloween party as the ghost of Bruno S.





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Sypha

This year I'm Sri Thakur Haranath.





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Kevin Killian

Hi Dennis, I have two came to mind,

In the first we were invited to a party the theme of which was "Catholic School." I actually went to Catholic school so this was a natural for me, so I went to Walgreen's and bought those "Happy birthday" banners with alphabet characters and cut them up and pinned them to my suit. I always look at this picture and my weird eyes and wonder, because as it turns out I was having a heart attack when this photo was taken only I hadn't realized it yet.




The second picture is more of a comedy. The poet Alex Gildzen organized a project in which he selected a number of neckties from his personal collection, sent one each to a long list of male artist friends, and asked them to have themselves photographed wearing the ties. Evntually he published the results in a book called Tie One On. (Here's a link to the section of it in which I appear.) I thought everyone would have tried hanging their cock with their tie, but I was the only one; however, the poet Thomas Meyer went a step further. Here's a picture I sent to Alex which he didn't use,



Cheers Dennis! Happy halloween and lots of love to you, from Kevin



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Paul Curran







There is an extremely rare book titled 'Pepsi-Cola Addict' by June Gibbons, does anyone know about it? (Yahoo! Answers).

Over the years I've ransacked second-hand bookshops and charity outlets in search of them but to no avail. Even the internet has drawn a blank - these books are cult-fictional gold-dust (Babylon
Wales).

Is there anyone on Earth who has a copy of this book? If there is anybody out there who can help me locate a copy of this you will have my sincerest, most profound thanks . . . Oh my god, I cannot believe I have a copy of this book. Sure, it's a photocopy. It's still worth its wait in gold . . . So I don't usually write reviews, but I can't believe that I got this book (Goodreads).

'The Pepsi-Cola Addict' tells the story of Preston Wildey King, a white 14-year-old boy who lives in Malibu, California. He is addicted to Pepsi-Cola but hates Coca-Cola. Eerily foreshadowing the twins' own fate Preston drifts into crime and is detained in a juvenile correctional centre: 'It's pretty noisy.....the place is like a prison camp.' The novel ends with Preston committing suicide, washing down barbiturates with Pepsi-Cola (Babylon Wales).

'At fourteen years old wherever he turned, he somehow failed to develop any sense of adventure and remained statically serene with the drink he called the high life.'

'Preston thought; life is a confusement.'

June and Jennifer Gibbons (Wikipedia).



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Bollo

at the moment im torn between 3

1. Satan Goat mask




2. Heidi Montag before and after mask (could be a lil past its time though?)




3. if all else fails you can never beat a Ghost





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destroyed beyond emptiness


CUMDUMPSTER


my body breaking apart cuz of the light spilling out.

the light of rapture.

the day presses shapes in me they become me.

and moths live and die in this digital air.

i nearly cry and a girl stares at me.

it's like, i hate when i'm visible.

i bought new clothes from this american store i like.

a way of entering into the new life i wanna begin.

i button the white shirt right up cuz it's better this way.

i'm cute and play with my dick.


i have sex lots, and write my feelings as well.

i'm not good at anything else.

one time i said to my friend chris, let me suck you.

errand. this errand.

hollister boy with some eating disorder, i dunno.

yeah. i loved him.



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Pilgarlic





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Empty Frame



"Ahem. According to those that know or care: I'm a sexual loa associated with phallic symbols, and am noted for disruption, obscenity, debauchery, and a particular fondness for tobacco and rum. I' m also known for swearing fucking continuously, and cracking filthy jokes with other spirits. I can usually be found at the crossroad between the worlds of the living and the dead. Hence, I'm here, and ready to party."



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FreeFox

"meurs"





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Michael Karo





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Misanthrope

Here's what I want to be this Halloween:



1. Gay Sex



2. Abortion




3. Esther Rolle




4. Pubic Hair




5. Micro Penis
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p.s. Hey. Okay, all the party guests have arrived now, so it's time to cut the wallflower act and start the mingling and schmoozing and talking behind each others' backs. If I don't have some kind of mess to clean up on Monday, it won't have been much of a party, will it? It's Halloween, you mothers! Make some noise, etc. I'll be at the party too, and in fact I'm already here. Think Robert Blake in 'Lost Highway'. Etc. See if you can find me. ** David Ehrenstein, What about my inner Dolores Gray? She's feeling pretty lonely right about now. ** The Evil Ghost of JW Veldhoen, Molotov. ** Plexus, Oh, but you did impress me. I almost walked that word over to the nearest tattoo parlor. Well, yeah, gay suicide is this month's media fad. Or one of them. I should have come to the party as a gay suicide and gotten the blog five minutes of mega-fame. Or as your parasite nightmare. That was intense. I was eating a carton of cold sesame noodle when I read it. That was intense too. Was it a Halloween party? The one you went to? Make the car wash pay. Love you, Gabe, and have a weekend. ** JoeM, Oh, you think we should cancel our precious shows, do you? The Stewart rally doesn't need us. It's definitely going to be bigger than the Beck one. Heck, there was already a Progressive or something rally in DC a few weeks ago that was bigger than the Beck one, and that didn't even get advance publicity per say. Good gays as opposed to great gays, I guess, ha ha. ** TM Davy, Oh, hey, thanks a lot for that, man. I'm thrilled that it got you thinking. Yeah, 'Them' seems to be really hitting people in this way that we didn't expect, which is great. It's a really fulfilling piece to be part of. Anyway, yeah, thank you a lot! ** Laurabeth, Hey. I sent it when I got back from the show last night. I hope you got it. I'll be waiting for you and everybody at 5 pm in the appointed spot. Safe trip down, if you see this before you leave. ** Bollo, Hey, man. Uh, yeah, NYC is going well, and the shows are too, so far. A quick look at Alan Butler's work intrigues, so thank you for that. The video thing especially. Looks like very interesting stuff. Excellent weekend to you, of course. ** Bill, Hi, Bill. No, I don't know Chateaureynaud's work, I don't believe. Strange. I'll definitely hunt that book down. On the page you linked to, it's weird how his work is compared to Vonnegut when the painting of him on the cover looks incredibly (to me) like Vonnegut. The Paul Thek show is open. Hoping to see it early in the week. Very excited. ** Eli Jurgen, Oh, you're just in time to join the second wave. Everyone, the masterful Eli Jurgen is coming to the party through the back door. Here's his costume. He's Beavis, and his flatmate is you-know who. You just finished school? Oh, wait, you're on the opposite season thing down there. So school begins and ends at opposite times too? Wow. Are people marching in the streets and stuff trying to get Peter Jackson to film 'The Hobbit' there? Yeah, pass along install pix when you can, cool. ** Andrew, Hey. Well, if Spank doesn't snap it up, there are plenty 'o other places out there. Don't be disheartened if they don't use it. I think it's a pretty NYC-centric mag, for one thing. I'm sure you can survive 'on your own'. Families have this weird idea where if you're not in the family's grip, you're lost in the big world. Nonsense. Friends are better than family anyway, if you ask me. My two days were good. Theater, theater. It's going great. I'm cool. ** Hayden Derk, Greetings Mr. Derk. Happy to see you again. Really liking the new writings on your blog. I just had a quick first read. You're a really good writer, duh. I think 'Orange Juice' is my favorite so far. Everyone, Hayden Derk, a rare visitor to these parts so far, is quite an excellent writer, if you don't already know his work, and he has some stellar new poems and prose on his blog 'Hayden Derk, Steward of Ennui', and you should have a look, I think. A pleasure. Happy Halloween, man. ** Inthemostpeculiarway, What do you win if you win? I think I remember the prizes are tiered, no? From a boatload of cash to, I don't know, mere dollars. 'The Collector', oh, I get it now. Hm. A rental, probably. Are you going to see 'Saw 3D'. I need sometime to tell me if I should. The dumplings were good. And the same company has a not too bad at all cold sesame noodle whose mere existence and easy-to-get status thrills me to my bones. The vegan thing ... you'd never know. I think that tag just makes them sound cool or something. I did that safety pin with the fingernails thing once. Yeah, big mistake. Throb, throb. A haunted house? Why didn't you go? Do you not like haunted houses? My day: I had a headache all day. It wasn't too bad when I was doing the blog, but it got worse. I think it was the newly cold air outside plus the allergy thing I get when I sleep in a non-organic bed. Anyway, I bought some Advil and swallowed them regularly all day, and I survived. I went to visit my agent. We talked the talk. No big news. He wants to try to get me a British publisher with my new novel 'cos I haven't published there for ten years, and blah blah blah. Then I walked to the East Village and had lunch/coffee with Lonely Christopher, who's this amazing young writer whose book is the next one in my Little House on the Bowery series. He's really cool, and we hadn't sat and talked before. Then I came back to where I'm staying for a short time and did a little work before I walked back to the East Village for the 'Them' performance. We fixed a few music and lighting cue problems and stuff. I slipped out to smoke a few times. Etc. The show went really well again. Packed house, big response, and about eight people gave us a standing ovation, so that was nice. Then we hung out and talked to the audience members who stuck around, and we thanked them for their praise and stuff. The guy who runs PS122 just loved the piece and was really moved and stuff and said he wants to try to arrange for 'Them' to tour the US, which would be, you know, awesome. I don't know. I guess the piece is a big hit, and it's really kind of exciting. We'll see what the reviews are like soon, I guess. So, after that, I just came back here and crashed. Tonight we have two shows, which is going to be murder on the performers and the, uh, goat. I don't know how we're going to do that, but we have to. So that was my day. Weekend time. I hope yours is really great, and I can't wait to hear what happened. ** Brendan, Yeah, nail biting on the Giants. No surprise that I'm really happy the Yankees got knocked out. Sorry NYC people. Awesome about the post. Thank you so kindly, B. ** James, Hey, James, welcome. Those two paragraphs are beauties. Strange that I haven't read 'Distempter'. Well, the LHotB thing is a possibility, although, long story short, there are a lot of hoops to go through and beaurocracy involved in my series at the moment due to economic issues, so I don't know. I'd consider it, although it would be a while in any case since I'm booked up. I want to read it though. Send it to me, if you want: dcooperweb@ gmail.com. I'm really slow too, unfortunately. But, yeah, maybe, and I'm happy to be alerted. ** L@rstonovich, I do indeed know about the new Boston Spaceships, and I think it's probably waiting for me in Paris, and, me being the fanatic I am, I even knew about the 'Finnegan's Wake' thing. Curious, no? Great title, I think. Anyway, I love you too, L., and happy weekend. ** Jake, Hey, Jake! So awesome to see you, man. Yeah, the blog's Halloween is also making the French denial of Halloween seem like pure evil. How are you? What are you doing? Are you writing? Your blog is way out of date. What does that mean? Tell me what's going on with you, if you don't mind. Missed you, man. ** Oscar B, Hey, O! It does feel like ages since I left. One week plus one day until I stagger back into the Recollets. I missed the Point Ephemere zine fair, damn, But, yeah, it always seems like a looking rather than a buying thing. No word about your Recollets extension? Have you talked to the boss lady? Maybe you should, if you haven't. Miss you, pal. Counting the days. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hey, Ben. I've only just glanced at the K-Punk piece so far, but it does look very good. Everyone, _Black_Acrylic recommend this piece on the mighty k-punk site about the current government goings on in the UK. Give it a read. Thanks a lot for that, man. ** Slatted Light, Hey, D! Dude, I'll take sporadic, if it's the only I can get you, ha ha. Yeah, I understand about the publishing issues, but don't sweat that now. And there are potential contexts. Semiotext(e) being just the first thought. Yeah, I wish you could see 'Them' too. NYC is nice. This is the first time in years that I've gotten the NYC love back. Not enough to ever want to live here again, but it's something here. Something ... something. Very, very best to you and to your weekend. ** Little foal, Hey! You're little foal again. That's nice. All is sort right with the world again. Oh, well, you know, feeling good never totally lasts. Anyway, I'm sure that whatever is requiring medicine is your current culprit. I loved your complaints, actually. The ascending pitch was pretty. I don't mean pretty in a way that would condescend to your argument, which seems very sound to me. Best complaints I've read in, gosh, forever. Man, I hope you feel better by Monday. It sucks that this party isn't real enough to offer you a drink or a tray full of spiked niblets or something. ** All right. Let's see some partying, people. Partying with a blog page is a tough task, but you guys will surely figure out a way to do it. Happy one week until Halloween! See you on Monday.