Kill You All!" The Clown Was Laughing

I Think That's What People Most Always Do With The Stuff They Can't Make Out - Just Forget It.

Lightning Flashed Dully Inside The Clouds On The Horizon Making Them Look As If They Had Fireflies Of Their Own, Monster Fireflies The Size Of Dinosaurs.

One Only Wishes Wayne Lapierre And His Nra Board Of Directors Could Be Drafted To Some Of These Scenes, Where They Would Be Required To Put On Booties And Rubber Gloves And Help Clean Up The Blood, The Brains, And The Chunks Of Intestine Still Containing The Poor Wads Of Half-digested Food That Were Some Innocent Bystander's Last Meal.

Go Now. Our Journey Is Done. And May We Meet Again, In The Clearing, At The End Of The Path.

Sometimes A Cigar Is Just A Smoke And A Story's Just A Story