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Matthew Bean
@mbean.bsky.social
Writer, dog father, human father, lord of shrimps, fish, and snails. Pursuing a Creative Writing M.F.A. at uofsc.bsky.social
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"I simply want ice cream and to be alive until I am dead."

- "The House Call" from Near Flesh, by Katherine Dunn.

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October 31, 2025 at 3:26 PM
"I regard writing not as investigation of character, but as an exercise in the use of language, and with this I am obsessed."
- Evelyn Waugh

This quote gifted me the fulfilling experience of reading something I already knew, but couldn't yet voice.

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April 23, 2025 at 7:59 PM
Move over annelids, handelids are the new it-worm!
April 18, 2025 at 3:19 PM
Carolina anole(?) enjoying a warm right triangle.
April 16, 2025 at 5:20 PM
Sound on! A magical and chilling experience at Congaree National Park.

Arboretum: Bassoons in the Congaree National Park put on by @sc.edu
April 14, 2025 at 6:27 PM
I think what I want is to live without knowing or feeling it.

Antisocieties, by michaelcisco.bsky.social
December 30, 2024 at 8:51 PM
"So, how was your life? What did you do?"
- my toddler
December 28, 2024 at 10:36 PM
Now that he had recognized himself as a dead man it became important to stay alive as long as possible.
1984, by George Orwell
February 11, 2024 at 6:00 PM
The girl woke up feeling entirely at ease. She knew from habit that her mother would soon come into her room to open the curtains and let the morning in. Her mother would look at her with tender love, and say:
February 1, 2024 at 2:55 PM
Would exasperation, however, if relief had longer been postponed, finally have betrayed me? It little matters, for relief arrived.
January 22, 2024 at 7:32 PM
The astonishment which I had at first experienced on this discovery soon gave place to delight and rapture. After so much time spent in painful labour, to arrive at once at the summit of my desires was the most gratifying consummation of my toils.
January 12, 2024 at 5:02 PM
The White Ma'at: a woman, or a woman-shaped thing, built in a long and heavy way, with a tall forehead like a white wall and a knotty blue vein labouring up it. What lies on the other side is a great store of irregular, wonderful knowledge; a cellar provisioned with all the vintages of magic.
January 11, 2024 at 5:50 PM
Of course I was under the spell—and the wonderful part is that, even at the time, I perfectly knew I was. But I gave myself up to it: it was an antidote to any pain, and I had more pains than one.

THE TURN OF THE SCREW, by Henry James
January 9, 2024 at 5:44 PM
Devil eggs; hail Satan.
December 31, 2023 at 10:11 PM
Happy Christmas to me! Can't wait to crack this one open.

My secret Santa says there is even more coming from @tenebrouspress.bsky.social too!
December 30, 2023 at 8:48 PM
1/2 A dead willow leans above the pool, tangling its wan, skeleton-like reflection with the green scum that mottles the water. There are no blackbirds, no kildees, no dragon-flies even, such as one usually finds in a place of that sort. It is all silent and desolate.
December 29, 2023 at 6:06 PM
You can't manufacture saints like sausages!

THE SHADOWY STREET, by Jean Ray
December 23, 2023 at 7:34 PM
1/2 The infernal swimmer shouted curses and supplications.

”Ballister! I'll make you rich, richer than all men on earth put together! I'll make you die, you imbecile, in horrible tortures that are unknown on your accursed planet!
December 20, 2023 at 7:58 PM
Sometimes you holler at your dog to stop barking not because they'll listen, but so the neighbors know you'd like them to shut up too.
December 16, 2023 at 6:11 PM