This Is Not A Card From My Deck
The River Will Carry The Blood Away
Night Howls and Cries
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
A Man With a Sense of Humor
I Don't Do Missing Children
Silver Bullets . . . Old-Fashioned Remedy
The Elder Gods Have Chosen Their Vessels
Cockroaches
Just Die
Burn the Girdle
Hair Of The Dog
