I can just feel the strange tingling in my skin that just screams for the release of the demons that want to tear themselves from my flesh, taking beautiful shape on the paper that rests in front of me.

"How delightful are the pleasures of the imagination! In those delectable moments, the whole world is ours; not a single creature resists us, we devastate the world, we repopulate it with new objects which, in turn, we immolate. The means to every crime is ours, and we employ them all, we multiply the horror a hundredfold."