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He Stank Of Insanity And Disappointment
Previews of Coming Distractions
The Pop-Eyed Aluminum Siding Salesman
She Had A Face Like The Stuff You Don't Want To Eat In A Sushi Counter
They Hid Her Face Like A Slow Green Veil
And Something Burst Like A Soap Bubble
My Skin Was Lashed With Tongues Of Flame
The Bonfire Burned Brighter Now
I Heard The Splash Of The Frog People
My Eyes Were Getting Sharper With The Moon
P. Craig Russell's Notes On 'The King's Ankus'
For The World Shall Be Cleansed With Ice And Floods
This Is Not A Card From My Deck
The River Will Carry The Blood Away
The Room Stank of Incense and Patchouli Oil
The Deep Ones Will Rise Out Of Their Ocean Graves And Eat The Moon Like A Ripe Plum
Silver Bullets . . . Old-Fashioned Remedy