Today I do not have a migraine. And I started a new poem, which is already an improvement. (I wish I had written Peter Spagnuolo's "Interpol 22019-1.7: The Head of the Hatra Apollo," but that can't be helped and I'm glad someone did.) And tonight is the first installment of TCM's Hammer Horror Fridays, of which I am planning to watch as many as contain Peter Cushing my brain can stand. Happy October. Wish me luck.
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- 1: How about I create a mess and then solve the mess and then I'll be a hero
- 2: There's no kind of atmosphere
- 3: Never tasted anything like you before
- 4: Anything you crave, a certain curse
- 5: None of us are traitors till we are
- 6: Swimming through these long-forgotten lands
- 7: Sifting through centuries for moments of your own
- 8: The bones of houses show in the summertime
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