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The first three Graphic Novels. In twenty parts. Coming July 15th 2020. Here’s the cast…

The US link is https://www.audible.com/pd/The-Sandman-Audiobook/B086WP794Z and the UK link is https://www.audible.co.uk/pd/The-Sandman-Audiobook/B086WQCVVG

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I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS! I wonder how much of the anthology story structure will be maintained.

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Same structure. Each episode is an adaptation of the comic it’s based on.

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A NON-BINARY PERSON IS PLAYING DESIRE

A NON-BINARY PERSON IS PLAYING A NON-BINARY CHARACTER MEANT TO BE THE EPITOME OF SEXY AND ATTRACTIVE

I’M CRYING

I’M CRYING DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO ME???

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It’s 2021. I can’t imagine casting a non-binary character any other way.

We auditioned several fabulous non-binary actors, who were good, but not right, and then we thought to reach out to Mx Bond, and immediately knew that we had found our Desire.

https://www.newyorker.com/books/page-turner/the-exchange-justin-vivian-bond

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Hi, Neil! How do you stay focused while writing? For some reason I am having a very hard time not being distracted when I try to work on a story- even with this ridiculous amount of Quarantine Free Time. Any advice?

Pretty much everyone I know (including me) is dealing with the gulf between “I suddenly have all this time, whee I am going to write all the things,” and “why aren’t I getting everything written? Why am I confused and distracted and worried?”

And all I can say is, you aren’t alone in this. Be kind to yourself. Nothing quite like this has happened in living memory, we don’t know how it’s going to end, and the world is unsafe and different. All of that takes headspace. More if you’re mourning people.

So forgive yourself, be kind to yourself, and look out at your world from the place of “ANYTHING I get written during lockdown times is a small (or not so small) victory”.

It never ends.

Farewell

Do not go into the night gently Go down feverishly trembling Wrap your heart in the folds of dark Blow out the stars and fasten the gates Whisper farewell and leave as you came

A thousand words

If my thousand words could paint a picture It would be of my shadow standing way off in the distance On a waveless beach On a windless day Under a sunless sky And my shaking hand tries to paint footprints leading me to the calm quiet still shadow Slowly fading into the distance

What it feels like

What it feels like to be here An exquisitely tiny pinprick hole Estranged hope waiting to gush through Fill my empty spaces, solder my broken bits Till the places that feel, feel again Restore joy that never was Let me know what I know Let me learn to be me

What I am

I looked at myself in the mirror and didn't know who was looking back at me Eyes wide and terrified, skin sallow and grey She has no words, her mouth is shut tight Just her heart bleeding profusely Makes me think she might be me I wish she would rage I wish she could scream This is what ails But her throat closes up as the memories collide And brings her to her knees But her skin prickling cold Reminds me that she's me

Life is like

Life is like a shower of raindrops Each drop a moment, an opportunity My thunderstorm is acid washing over me And I try as I try to pluck something pure With eyes half shut and heart slightly guarded To recall dreams and wishes and wants and pleasure and happiness But they've skipped away in the acid stream rolling off off me

6 a.m.

Another hour seeps by. I'm looking at a tube of lip balm. I'm listening to the refrigerator whirring. The clock is ticking incessantly. Light from the tv flashes and the sound is on mute. Too early to be awake, too late to try to sleep. 27 million thoughts shatter the inside of my head. My hands are ice and my feet are cold inside my socks. My bed is too big so I'm laying on the couch. And I'm wanting the floor to fold me up into a tiny box. And I want no-one to notice that I've gone.

My undark

Against shimmering lights and crowds of beautiful faces My unfocused unstill undark burns scathing Sear my eyes and silence my ears and hold your hand over my throat Please let me fade let me flow let me go.

My Jasmine tree

Beautiful little Jasmine tree I like your thick succulent green leaves so strong Your faded yellow leaves make me weep for trying so hard, for holding on But your rusty brown ones I love most of all They're old and dead and decisively given up And still... You're my Beautiful little Jasmine tree

The flavor of you

I favor the flavor of your warm amber heart And your caramel flow running rivers over my skin Slake your thirst off me Your hmm's and hi's dip low and hug me tight And your eyes mirror my love lust craving need desire fire Feed off me love

Save me

Find me shattered scattered Hold my pieces together I'm lost Hold me breathless Beat me senseless I'm broke Feel me please me Tease me fuck me I'm numb Rake my heart with your love Claw at my eyes with your passion Gnaw at my skin with your unspent desire Save me

Baby girl

Hey baby girl Come over here Sit on my lap Put your hands around my neck Let me hold you

Hey baby girl Don’t go too far Flesh of my flesh Fly only as far as I can reach Don’t leave me

Hey baby girl My disappointment My failure My mistake

All the pretty girls

You don't want to know that I live in grey That my skin crawls and my eyeballs hurt My heart is a speck in my chest And my hands are sandpaper Everything I touch turns to dust My tongue is a chisel My love is a vice 21k for a pretty girl with pretty feet Watch yourself, my price is life

Smallest in my despair Shadowed in my pain

I carry myself into the blue Beyond where blue turns steel I steel myself against your booming heart Bleeding begging pleading praying Your pleading poison courses through me Poison my tongue with your seed

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