Come closer now. Only you can hear the houses

Come closer now. Only you can hear the houses sleeping in the streets in the slow deep salt and silent black, bandaged night.

I leaned back in my armchair and blocked out the voice urging me to do things. I reached for the glass of aged single malt from Islay and had another sip. There was serenity, but

wait a minute there's a tiny shrunken head in my Islay. Now, how did that get there? It seems to be saying something.Here I am trying to remain serenely oblivious to voices and

now he talks and the song oh god the song it is a metal siren wailing the birth of a titanium whale, screeching into this new worlds of smoke and coal and horror, oh god this must

be it now: Coated in old motor oil, the newborn titanium whale plopped unceremoniously onto a smoky mountain of coal. She surveyed her horrific new world then flopped along grazing

end all superfluous typefaces and spacings or Jubelieena the killer whale from the oceans of Hades will come and eat you up, you little rascal! (Insert a mighty whale-like roar.)

"phfft!" " No that is not a whale like roar! cut, cut, cut." The director wiped his brow in frustration. "Start the scene again. But Barnabas the lead would have none of it. "You a

Re making my job more difficult!". I replied. All I wanted to do was relax and continue this production from Hell some other day. So it was I gave the crew three days off.

Three days off in Hell! Anything you do to the inhabitants of Hell was less than they deserved. Damn, son, you're not even trying. Its Hell have a ball! I never... the screaming.