Wow. This Makes Grand Central Look Like

This Is Probably The Single Great Subject Of Horror Fiction: Our Need To Cope With A Mystery That Can Be Understood Only With The Aid Of A Helpful Imagination.

Nobody Likes A Clown At Midnight

The Look Of The Sky As The Day's Blue Blood Runs Out Of Its Cheek.

Flip-flop, Hippety-hop, Offa Your Rocker And Over The Top, Life's A Fiction And The World's A Lie, So Put On Some Creedence And Let's Get High.

Dead Was The Gift That Kept On Giving. Dead, Like Diamonds, Was Forever.