Just one pit stop, Rae. One pit stop that won't even take an hour. Then it's over. It's finally over.

It is the sheer ugliness and banality of everyday life which turns my blood to ice and makes me cringe in terror.

There is but a gentle stillness inside every cerebral. Tiny waterfalls of blood vessels rushing, becoming lethal.

The best horror novels open up, "It was beautiful summer day and the smell of flowers emanated throughout the air.

The loneliest place to spend eternity is your own life after you can't change it anymore."--Lucifer from Kevin

Il paese di Verulengo si estende come un serpente in provincia di Verona, lungo la strada provinciale 9a."Incipit.

It was one thing to talk about ghosts, quite another to have them messing around with things in the physical world.

When my now ex wife said she wanted a separation, I was horrified. So I said, “You want me to wear a condom?!

Die steinerne Verstocktheit barst, darunter kam die Fratze eines bis zum Irrsinn wütenden Kindes zum Vorschein

Let the red dawn surmise What we shall do, When this blue starlight dies And all is through.”(The Yellow Sign)

The future will never bend to the fleeting hopes of the man."From "Lucifer's Ladder: God of the Fallen, Book One

Suddenly summoned to witness something great and horrendous, we keep fighting not to reduce it to our own smallness.

Bodies lay strewn all around. Turkish and Wallachian warriors caught in the intimate indiscriminate embrace of death.

They want to be stimulated. They want to read something that can get under their skin and hang out there for a while.

I told you. I’ve been watching.” She twirled, her arms outstretched. “Watching, watching, watching.