For My Part, My Interest

The Whole Point Of Wearing A Disguise Was To Be Seen Wearing Her.

It's That Moon Again, Slung So Fat And Low In The Tropical Night, Calling Out Across A Curdled Sky And Into The Quivering Ears Of That Dear Old Voice In The Shadows, The Dark Passenger, Nestled Snug In The Backseat Of The Dodge K-car Of Dexter's Hypothetical Soul. That Rascal Moon, That Loudmouthed Leering Lucifer, Calling Down Across The Empty Sky To The Dark Hearts Of The Night Monsters Below, Calling Them Away To Their Joyful Playgrounds.

I Think That's Nice, And If I Could Have Feelings At All I Would Have Them For Deb.

A Man Can Take Only So Much. Even A Phony Man Like Me.

Mutilated Corpses With A Chance Of Afternoon Showers. I Got Dressed And Went To Work.