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They're Animals, All Right. But Why Are You So Goddam Sure That Makes Us Human Beings?

Even The Company Of The Mad Was Better Than The Company Of The Dead.

Lovecraft Opened The Way For Me, As He Had Done For Others Before Me

He Sat Upon His Throne, Which Is Made Of Skulls.

There's A Mr. Hyde For Every Happy Jekyll Face, A Dark Face On The Other Side Of The Mirror. The Brain Behind That Face Never Heard Of Razors, Prayers, Or The Logic Of The Universe. You Turn The Mirror Sideways And See Your Face Reflected With A Sinister Left-hand Twist, Half Mad And Half Sane.