E.A.P.: Where are we?
H.P.L.: Back where we began….
S.K.: Anyone mind if I put “Hot Jet Chrome” by The Cars on the turntable?
E.A.P. & H.P.L.: Suit yourself!
yES, wHerever you gO I’lL bE wANderin’ after yoU, mY thORNZSSSSss:
yOu gOTTA liSten to ThESe psycho-delic BeASts on hEad pHonEZ aNd LOUD!!!!!!!
No, No. no^%<no!MO! nOT thE BaND, StooooooooPID!!! ThE gnawer of RaT’S BlooD to blow ThorNy StoRy BlISTer in the FuRRY mold that is LeFt iN your SynaPses!
anD all We KNow StepheN KiNg’s departed fATher: ’twas ThE paPerbacK cOpy of one SicKly aUnt-nourisheD recluse who STruCk tHe fiRST mAtcH on the proverbial skeletal SpIne of his oeuVre…hovering DocTOr SlEEP ovER tHERE:
(some images found at the awesome blog Too Much Horror Fiction)