The century's getting old and stale — it needs new tribes.
The century's getting old and stale — it needs new tribes.
The century's getting old and stale — it needs new tribes.
The century's getting old and stale — it needs new tribes.
The century's getting old and stale — it needs new tribes.
The century's getting old and stale — it needs new tribes.
The century's getting old and stale — it needs new tribes.
The century's getting old and stale — it needs new tribes.
The century's getting old and stale — it needs new tribes.
The century's getting old and stale — it needs new tribes.
The century's getting old and stale — it needs new tribes.
The century's getting old and stale — it needs new tribes.
The century's getting old and stale — it needs new tribes.
The century's getting old and stale — it needs new tribes.
The century's getting old and stale — it needs new tribes.
The century's getting old and stale — it needs new tribes.
The century's getting old and stale — it needs new tribes.
The century's getting old and stale — it needs new tribes.
The century's getting old and stale — it needs new tribes.
The century's getting old and stale — it needs new tribes.
The century's getting old and stale — it needs new tribes.
The century's getting old and stale — it needs new tribes.
The century's getting old and stale — it needs new tribes.
The century's getting old and stale — it needs new tribes.
The century's getting old and stale — it needs new tribes.
The century's getting old and stale — it needs new tribes.
The century's getting old and stale — it needs new tribes.
The century's getting old and stale — it needs new tribes.
The century's getting old and stale — it needs new tribes.
The century's getting old and stale — it needs new tribes.
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Nothing else wounds so deeply and irreparably. Nothing else robs us of hope so much as being unloved by one we love — Clive Barker
The moon had risen behind him, the color of a shark's underbelly. It lit the ruined walls, and the skin of his arms and — Clive Barker, The Great and Secret Show
Funny that. We live in islands of Hours and we never seem to have time enough for anything... — Clive Barker, Absolute Midnight
That's half of your trouble," muttered the crocodile. "You believe everything's true.""That's because everything is," re — Clive Barker
We’re making strange fictions of strange things inside ourselves. — Clive Barker
I didn't read the book. I burned it after the first sentence. — Rodindeadpan
Kaufman almost smiled at the perfection of its horror. He felt an offer of insanity tickling the base of his skull, temp — Clive Barker, Books of Blood: Volume One
Here are the stories written on the Book of Blood. They are a map of that dark highway that leads out of life towards un — Clive Barker, Books of Blood, Volumes 4-6
The dead have highways." Clive Barker — Clive Barker
I found a brief piece of by Antonio Vivaldi around this time which became my ‘Pinhead Mood Music’. Called Al Santo Sepol — Doug Bradley, Behind the Mask of the Horror Actor
The flawlessly beautiful were flawlessy happy, weren't they? To Kristy this had always seemed self-evident. Tonight, how — Clive Barker, The Hellbound Heart