Dear Internet!
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love you for
Laffing Sal,
sideshow freaks,
Laff in the Dark,
carousels of all sorts,
body horror,
TVTropes,
the Little Girl Giant,
automata,
DoomBuggies.Com,
Waverly Hills Sanatorium,
the Elephant Man,
the Rockafire Explosion,
postmortem photography,
ghosts,
Jaquet-Droz's Musician and her brothers,,
The House on the Rock, and various and sundry other links that have inspired hours of fascinated clicking, breaking only when I realize I stopped remembering to blink three hours ago and Will has declared me legally dead.
When I doubt myself you present a well-timed offering of something wondrous to remind me that at my core I am still a child and always an artist. You remember well my manic delight as surprise or horror turn to fascination, and you never fail to put me in touch with something mysterious and otherworldly and kick-start my imagination once again. You take me
to places I may never go, dazzle me with wonders
I will never in my lifetime see, even
scare me with how deep
the rabbit hole can go, and I love you for it more each time.
Ever yours
Me