I’m obsessed. Last night the mouse taxidermy at Paxton Gate visited me in a dream. This time, the mouse was dressed like Patty Hearst, holding a machine gun in front of a Symbionese Liberation Army flag. My favorite mouse-dreamt-taxidermy has been the Charo mouse that wore a red sequined gown. It kept saying “Choochie-choochie.” That was hot.
Eiríkur: A New Spelling of my Name
The Latest Chapter:
The Biomythograpy, Misadventures and Other Sh*t of San Francisco’s Literary Outsider Eiríkur.
He's more awesome than you are!
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