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Oh, what a tangled web we weave        We all, at some point or another, have had what would amount to a boogey man. A terrorizing entity whose sole purpose is to lead our already sordid lives down an even more cruel and unfortunate path. Whether it be a maniacal child molester with third degree Burns and knives for fingers who stalks us in our dreams, or a cigar chomping, formidable landlord who stalks us for the rent. Fictional or non, everybody has had that foreboding character hovering just shy of our peripheral view, reminding us about the intricacies in the darkest recesses of our minds. In the case of the movie ‘I, Madman’, a 1989 slasher flick by director Tibor Takács (I’d list some other B-movies he’s directed but what’s the point? I mean, you’ve never seen them), our antagonist takes the form of a villainous doctor from an old pulp-styled horror novella who surgically removes his unwilling patients noses, hair and other parts of the face and sti...

Weekend Comet Plate  

 

  Walt Whitman, an American, one of the roughs, a kosmos, Disorderly, fleshy, sensual, eating, drinking, breed- ing, No sentimentalist, no stander above men and wo- men, or apart from them—no more modest than immodest.