I've said that a lot of things are seriously wrong. I now know that I have never truly understood the meaning of wrongness.
Now I do. Now excuse me while I use this crochet hook to pull my brain out through my left nostril. Hopefully the pain will stop after that.*
Care Bears and Hellraiser. Dear god... Care Bears and Hellraiser...
*No, really. The style may be Clive Barker but the effect is H.P. Lovecraft, DON'T-OPEN-THE-aw-shit-he-opened-the-book-did-anyone-bring-a-straitjacket brain-hurting. And I only SKIMMED it. I think a careful reading of it would have resulted in a trip to the psych ward.