My Childhood May Have Been More Demented

I Like Visiting Peoples Homes On Saint Josephs Day, When People Set Up Altars, Serve Food As A Tribute To The Saint, And Invite The Public - I Enjoy That Much More Than Mardi Gras.

I'm Your Nightmare. Did You Think You Were Done With Nightmares, Now You've Become One?

They Discovered That Even In The Face Of Pain That Seems Unbearable, Even In The Face Of Pain That Wrings The Last Drop Of Blood Out Of Your Heart And Leaves Its Scrimshaw Tracery On The Inside Of Your Skull, Life Goes On. And Pain Grows Dull, And Begins To Fade

All At Once It Hit Him: This Was Power Too, Just As Surely As Smashing Your Fist Into Someone’s Face, Just As Surely As Putting A Hammer Through Someone’s Skull. The Power To Make Another Person Crazy With Pleasure Instead Of Fear And Pain, To Have Every Cell In Another Person’s Body At Your Thrall.

And I Can't Think Of A Reason I'd Ever Use A Pseudonym, As I Wouldn't Want To Publish Something That I Didn't Like Enough To Put My Name On It.