The Dancers in hell are all on point. On their toes, on their toes. What a sight. There is beauty in even the pit. A terrible beauty to be sure. The sheen of snake scales, the gleam of venom. And they dance, oh how they dance.
STRANGE SPANNERS being an accounting of strangeness of the warp and woof of my mind For those of you new here, think of this as 1/2 "Night Gallery" Our Motto: Nos somnium quisnam es futurus fatum quod insolitus tutus vos!
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