Horror Does Not Interest Me, And So

You Don't Blame Us For Being Here, Do You? After All, We Have No Place To Go. No Home... Incidentally, What An Excellent Day For An Exorcism.

And The Sad Truth Is That Nobody Wants Me To Write Comedy. The Exorcist Not Only Ended That Career, It Expunged All Memory Of Its Existence.

Horror Does Not Interest Me, And So I Know Little Of Its Practicioners, Old Or Current

Like The Brief Doomed Flare Of Exploding Suns That Registers Dimly On Blind Men's Eyes, The Beginning Of The Horror Passed Almost Unnoticed; In The Shriek Of What Followed, In Fact, Was Forgotten And Perhaps Not Connected To The Horror At All.

The Demon Is A Liar. He Will Lie To Confuse Us; But He Will Also Mix Lies With The Truth To Attack Us. His Attack Is Psychological, Damien. And Powerful.