The carbors left the meeting today,
But no one is sure when. They just shulked off.
Everything sucks, and peals, as if left by a leaf of golden
Glass.
The hog will patiently ask when of the knife;
And peace, to the jacket
Of which unsaid eyes
Have asked nothing,
will rely.
One: look at me, now-- find help for clean up. The Other: Find the carbors.
Late Night with The Devil
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Cameron and Colin Cairnes’ retro horror jaunt LATE NIGHT WITH THE DEVIL has
an irresistible cult-baiting premise. The year is 1977, Satanic panic is
brew...
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