in a poem by Lisa King there is the line: if the dark under the pillow kept its promises

[helarxe]

The last two weeks have been ruthless. I ground through manfully, of course. Things should pick up now.

It reminded me of the most recent time when I felt real bad. I took up reading Michael Cisco's The Traitor, which is... special. It's the darkest thing. In it the reviled souljews (i forget how they were called so i think of them as souljews or

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[vorzac]

:O

8D

[vorzac]

also, I may require your sage advice on writing a Lovecraftian haunted house story.