Imagination creates sleight of hand, I see movement and apparitions that aren't there. Distraction, like a stiff drink, I crave. I find the radio, but only hear static.
Pops. Sizzles. Faint voices.
I shiver.
My day started off like 'The Mist' but ended with 'Silent Hill ll'. I have the radio...but my Goddess, where's my stick with the nail? At least I'm in the van and not on foot, it's something so Pyramid Head doesn't get me.
- Just Call Me James
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