Some Tears Have To Be Cried No

And The Most Terrifying Question Of All May Be Just How Much Horror The Human Mind Can Stand And Still Maintain A Wakeful, Staring, Unrelenting Sanity.

Outside, A Gusty October Breeze Was Combing Leaves From The Trees And Sending Them Across Her Backyard In Colorful Skitters.

We're All Going To Die; I'm Just Trying To Make It A Little More Interesting.

If You Were Seeing A Lot Of Horseshit, There Had To Be A Pony In The Vicinity.

If I Cannot Horrify, I'll Go For The Gross Out. I'm Not Proud.