a lush and seething hell, pt. 2.
dialogue prompts from a lush and seething hell: two tales of cosmic horror by john hornor jacobs.
i don’t know that i signed up for this.
if we don’t take things down, they might be forgotten.
you’ve got your blinders on.
you’re lucky as fuck i’m here.
what happened is unforgivable.
i don’t want to argue about it.
this house is fucked up. this room is fucked up.
drinking makes me mean-spirited.
you’ve got a mouth full of questions.
might want to send the young ones out.
what a morbid little tune.
it’s not a song you can unhear.
how long have i been unconscious?
don’t talk like that. it’s morbid.
you’re different, if i might say.
spend most of your life on the outside looking in, nothing really surprises you.
a man who thinks he can’t be surprised is likely to get a big one.
i didn’t want you to get all righteous.
will you play something else for me?
nobody around here will care.
word tends to travel fast around here.
i’m about ready for my pajamas and some hbo.
you can be haunted without ever seeing a ghost.
music is a thought that becomes sound.
i’ve already seen everything you’ve got.
why is it that even after you’re gone, even dead and in the ground, people still want to talk to you?
i swear every word is true.
this is where people come to die.
there’s always pleasure to be found somewhere.
what isn’t about death? it’s all about death.
just because you’re crazy doesn’t mean you’re crazy.
you can ask the angel all the questions you’ve got.
digging a grave is much harder than it looks on tv.