Sore Eyelids

Evidently I no longer have to stand in the corner, or be chained to a desk, or have my eyelids stretched open with toothpicks and tied to a chair and subjected to watching Beaker clones doing somersaults and burping vowels that sound like the Klingon language. Alas, I have broke away from the norm, ready to pursue my music - as long as I continue to write dark, bizarre stories, even if they end up being short tales of the macabre.