When Poe muses, in The Fall of the House of Usher, that–”the period will sooner or later arrive when I must abandon life and reason together, in some struggle with the grim phantasm, FEAR”–clearly he was talking about Martin McFriend, and my recent disappearance into the spirit gap.
But now that I’m back from hiatus, it’s your turn to understand what so many unfortunates throughout the ages have already learned. Come inside and see for yourself…if you’re not afraid of space ghouls, that is. And if you don’t get your fill here, feel welcome to visit my other ghastly incarnations, including:
Please enjoy and, if possible, shit your pants. Shakes.
holy mother of zod, him’s back.