A Man Who Has Been Dead For

The Library Was Open For One Hour After School Let Out. I Hid There, Looking At Art Books And Reading Poetry.

As I Enter The Small Intestine I Get Squeezed By Muscles. Its Dark And The Walls Look Like Slimey Crushed Velvet Theres Pancreas Juice On Me Help Me I Am Disintigrating.

At The Center Of Everything We Call 'the Arts,' And Children Call 'play,' Is Something Which Seems Somehow Alive.

Part Of A Horror Movie Has To Be A Bit Fakey For Me To Really Enjoy It. The New Ones Are So Realistic That They Distract Me From The Ride Through The Horror.

The Only Reason We Find Structure In Stories Is Because It's There Naturally In Human Interaction, And In The Way That People Tell Stories.