Sunday, 28 February 2021

Always Behind Us

         Somebody lets us loose like a toad out of a matchbox and we jump and jump and jump and the guy always behind us, and when he gets tired he stomps us to death and our guts squirt out on each side of the boot of All Merciful Providence. The son-of-a-bitch !

  • excerpt from
  • Nightmare Alley
  • William Lindsay Gresham
  • 1946

  • image
  • Fernand Pelez


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