Hello Clarice...

I'm giving serious thought into eating yor wife” - Hannibal Lecter

Can you smell his sweat? That peculiar goatish odor is trans-3-methyl-2 hexenoic acid. Remember it, it's the smell of schizophrenia.

Pictures ... flashed on her in sudden color, too much color, shocking color, the color that leaps out of black when lightning strikes at night.

He lives down in a ribcage in the dry leaves of a heart.

No more worlds like this / No more days like that