Concurrently with Justin’s exacting coverage of Ellen Kennedy’s ‘sometimes my heart pushes my ribs’, I recently received an extra copy of Brandon Scott Gorrell’s soon forthcoming Muumuu House release, ‘during my nervous breakdown i want to have a biographer present’ by responding to a call on the Muumuu House twitter that anyone who could find a typo on Brandon’s cover would get a free copy.

I had already bought Brandon’s book, being excited about MH as an entity, and liking Brandon’s words, and so am giving away that extra copy here. Tao has agreed to match that copy also with a copy of Ellen’s book, so the winner of this contest will receive both release from MH in one existentially stare-laden weird animal compendium.

this guy looks remotely like brandon but less with it

The contest is simple: Find as many typos in Brandon’s blog as you can. Copy and paste them here into a comment, post.

Whoever finds the most typos wins both books.

If you have yet to discover some of Brandon’s words, please observe nervous assface, which contains this excellent telephone conversation scene:

Lydia Davis answers her cell phone. “Bye,” Richard Yates says. “What do you mean?” Lydia Davis says. “What do you mean?” Richard Yates says. Lydia Davis feels confused. “What do you mean?” Lydia Davis says. “I’m going to bed,” Richard Yates says. “I love you,” Lydia Davis whispers. “Thanks,” Richard Yates says. “You’re welcome,” Lydia Davis says. “Are you even interested in what I’m doing at all?” Richard Yates says. “I’m interested,” Lydia Davis says. She pulls her blankets above her mouth. “What are you doing?” she whispers. “I don’t want to be on this earth any more,” Richard Yates says. “I wish there were many earths, and that I had a choice between them,” Lydia Davis says. “I think I would be happier if there were many earths,” she says. There is silence for fifteen seconds. “Let’s destroy the earth,” Lydia Davis says. “Everything sucks,” Richard Yates says. “Are you going to kill yourself?” Lydia Davis says. “You are such a piece of shit,” Richard Yates says. Lydia Davis moves into the closet, crouches, and tries to cover herself with the dirty clothes in there.

Typos. Bring me BSG moody typos. Moody bitchez, let’s get ‘em. Contest will end Saturday morning.

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