JDW

Just gather 'round and I'll elucidate what goes on outside when it gets late. Long past midnight, ghosts, and banshees get together for their nightly jamborees.

Buy your tickets, have a good time/ Bring your friends, dear boys and girls/ Buy my toys, they make you happy/ Fund my plan to rule the world

They're coming here. They're waiting to take the city. They're peering around buildings at night And they're waiting, they're waiting for you... And they'll take you one by one and no one will hear you scream... No one will hear you SCREEEAAAM !!!

Sticks and stones may break my bones... But words will never quite describe the pain.

Do you hear the beating of my terrible wings? Do you feel the flames lick at the corners of a life you once thought belonged to you?

only a real artist knows the actual anatomy of the terrible or the physiology of fear - the exact sort of lines and proportions that connect up with latent instincts or hereditary memories of fright, and the proper colour contrasts and lighting effects to stir the dormant sense of strangeness.

Die Sonne scheint mir aus den Händen/ kann verbrennen, kann euch blenden/ wenn sie aus den Fäusten bricht/ legt sich heiß auf das Gesicht/ sie wird heut Nacht nicht untergehen/ und die Welt zählt laut bis zehn

Horizon Extimesco... I am building the machine...

Behold the Machine, tremble at its power. A blight upon the world, this is our darkest hour.

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What does the fox say? ALL YO YENS YIP YIP YAP!

The beast in me is caged by frail and fragile bars

Illegitimi non carborundum

Chicken feet take forever to dehydrate

Stop the presses... Who is that?

Work in the invisible world at least as hard as you do in the visible. ~ Rumi

If I woke up tomorrow with my head sewn to the carpet, I wouldn't be more surprised than I am now

You think I'll weep? No, I'll not weep: I have full cause of weeping; but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws, or ere I'll weep. O fool, I shall go mad

All you need to start an asylum is an empty room and the right kind of people.

Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip, The music's for the sad men

we've got a bunch of Extra-Terrestrial psychopaths on our hands, like a visit from a planet full of Charlie Mansons

The demons squeal in sheer delight/ It's you they spy, so plump, so right/ For although the groove is hard to beat/ Yet still you stand with frozen feet/ You try to run, you try to scream/ But no more sun you'll ever see/ For evil reached from the crypt/ To crush you in it's icy grip.

I can’t play Pooh to your Christopher Robin.

I've been ionized, but I'm okay now.

I have no idea what's awaiting me, or what will happen when this all ends. For the moment I know this: there are sick people and they need curing.