May 04, 2010 22:35
'blessed blood, but... mr. nettle saw the same look in every face in the crowd: avid revulsion mixed with a hunger for the horrific and the grotesque. and more than that: the need to witness something dangerous, to feel that space between each heartbeat. baiting hell to validate the abyss.'
----alan campbell, 'scar night'
...why so morbid but perversely true?...
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