This is always a problem. Knowing when to stop. When a teddy bear approaches you in the dead of night, fists full of cash, what do you do? Do you scream your head off? For you know (well, you should know) it is a demonic teddy bear, conjured up from the depths of hell. Or do you just take the money? Shouldn't you take any money that is offered? How can you stop yourself? Phantasmagoria! That's what we are dealing with here. Nothing less than evil fucking phantasmagoria! I mean, it doesn’t have to be a teddy bear, you know. The devil can take many forms. A crow. A wolf. A bat. Maybe they will all come for you. One after another. Streaming into your consciousness. But a teddy bear! A teddy bear is clever. Not many people would suspect a teddy bear, would they?
Stephen, Paul, you are in my thoughts. I will pray for you.
