It's that moon again, slung so fat and low in the tropical night, calling out across a curdled sky and into the quivering ears of that dear old voice in the shadows, the Dark Passenger, nestled snug in the backseat of the Dodge K-car of Dexter's hypothetical soul. That rascal moon, that loudmouthed leering Lucifer, calling down across the empty sky to the dark hearts of the night monsters below, calling them away to their joyful playgrounds.
Jeff LindsayIt revealed a cruelty that really made one wonder if the universe was such a good idea after all.
Jeff LindsayI'm quite sure more people fake an awful lot of everyday human contact. I just fake all of it." --Dexter
Jeff Lindsay