Midian is where the monsters go.
A monster lies in wait in me,a stew of wounds and misery.But fiercer still in life and limb,the me that lies in wait in him
There is no delight the equal of dread
Journey to the end of day, Come the fire-fly, Come the moon; Say a prayer for God's good grace And sleep with lore upon your face.
The extraordinary's the norm.
Give me B movies or give me death!