a passionate love

"God, I get tired of you guys and your simpering! There you were tonight, reading your incoherent poems into a microphone that runs on electricity, having your braying voice amplified by speakers that run on electricity, using electric lights to see by... where do you Luddites think that power comes from? The Wizard of Oz? Jesus!"

So I stayed up all night, until like 6:30AM, reading The Tommyknockers (Stephen King) AND FINISHED IT. I'M DONE. I didn't mean to really do that, but it got kind of engrossing. I liked it a lot, but it's not one of my favorites of his. Alien invasion horror has always creeped me out way too much for me to really enjoy it the way I can have fun being scared by other horror themes like ghosts, murderers, insanity and monsters. There's probably some childhood root to that.