Your Thoughts Are Too Dull To Entertain.

What Looked Like Morning Was The Beginning Of Endless Night

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.

From The Cab Stepped A Tall Old Man. Black Raincoat And Hat And A Battered Valise. He Paid The Driver, Then Turned And Stood Motionless, Staring At The House. The Cab Pulled Away And Rounded The Corner Of Thirty-sixty Street. Kinderman Quickly Pulled Out To Follow. As He Turned The Corner, He Noticed That The Tall Old Man Hadn't Moved But Was Standing Under The Streetlight Glow, In Mist, Like A Melancholy Traveler Frozen In Time.

I Have Never Read Horror, Nor Do I Consider The Exorcist To Be Such, But Rather As A Suspenseful Supernatural Detective Story, Or Paranormal Police Procedural.

When The Filter Is Weakened By A Powerful Drug, What We See Is Not Delusion But The Truth.