Tomasz

“The sun, like a boil on the bright blue ass of day, rolled gradually forward and spread its legs wide to reveal the pubic thatch of night, a hairy darkness in which stars crawled like lice, and the moon crabbed slowly upward like an albino dog tick striving for the anal gulch.”
― Joe R. Lansdale

“I mean, pain really should count for something, don’t you think? Considering how much it hurts.”
― Ellen Datlow, When Things Get Dark: Stories Inspired by Shirley Jackson