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It is not a fucking thought crime to read and enjoy Lovecraft's fiction. I could give a shit about his political views. He created a lasting mythos of cosmic monstrosities that are still being exploited by lesser authors to this day. Ingrates.

"Now, I ain't queer," he said to Benjamin, pulling him to a standing position. "If it were up to me, you'd be a girl. You understand that, right?" "I'm sick," said Benjamin. "I've got...I've got a queer disease. That's what these sores are. If you touch me, you'll catch it, I promise." "Well, at least you ain't got pustules. I've got pustules the size of ant hills."

'"I heard you about the kill thing!" Benjamin shouted. "Enough already! Give it a rest!" Ron stepped back. "He's insane," said Tammy. "Ron, just wait for the police, I mean it." Was Ron scared of insane people? That could provide the advantage Benjamin so desperately needed. He contorted his face into the most insane expression he could think of, and then lunged at him.'

"Our job here is not to leave a trail of bodies! If we're going to be that careless, why not just kill the old lady, too?" "Can I?" Joey asked. "No!" "Obviously you're having a personnel issue," said Julie. "How about you let us go and get back in touch when you've worked it out?"

'The men were dressed entirely in black and wore facemasks. As Benjamin unsuccessfully struggled, he caught glimpses of shiny silver tools resting on the floor. "Calm down!" said one of the men. "We're here to help you. You're safe now. You're with friends." "Just kidding," said the other man, punching him in the face so hard that Benjamin literally saw stars.'