There are times when I just want to fuck with August. He did stab me once, after all. Oh, and heās completely hijacked my life, made things like dating impossible, and other things, like showering and sleeping, uncomfortable. So I got out Edward Goreyās āThe Fantod Pack.ā Interpreting it is simple, according to Gorey, one must rely on their āimagination of disasterā and trust me, Iāve got a good one. August, of course, died too early to be familiar with Goreyās brand of humor.
āWhat in the devil is this?ā August held it out in disgust. When heās upset he sounds much more like the Victorian Britt he once was (although, I think that particular phrase was considered uncouth). At other times he seems to be adopting my vernacular and sounds peculiarly modern.
āItās The Burning Head.ā
āI donāt care for it.ā
āMmmm, you shouldnāt, itās awful.ā
āHow awful?ā
āWell, it says that tomorrow should be a vile day. A day full of confusion, dread chills, horrific accidents, and evil company.ā
āOh, well, like every day here then,ā August laughed, āyou had me worried for a second.ā He shook his head and disappeared from the room. Maybe heās met Goreyās ghostā¦
Just checked the Fantod Pack and probably will consult it before each and every action I need to take from now on.