I don’t love to do this, but I guess it can’t hurt…

Talk about myself.

In an upcoming book of mine that is sure to be the biggest hit of the century, there are characters that are referred to as String Masters, who are meant to represent…

Sigh… preachers.

Well, enough about me.

This poem made me think about that.

I still don’t get the obsession with gore, but Poe was a genius. It’s a shame he didn’t achieve due recognition while still alive.