Paul Townsend

“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

“ A day without the sun is like you know, night


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― Joe

“Hallowed be thy name, oh Lord -- and shotgun do your stuff”
― Joe R. Lansdale