Jeeziss Khnardazz, you are in terrible shape! Worse than before, I fear, when CarolC locked yore ass in that Canadian shit house.

Azzizzzzi, that ain't no invented cast of characters. Spaw is the Ohio version of Mississippi's Faulkner. He just writes what terrible visions that he sees around him. I don't know how he sleeps at nite...

Hang on tight, this party is probably only just getting started. When Spaw digs out a tale from the archives, his twisted mind is starting to bubble and churn. Much like his digestive tract, but we don't make fart noises in here anymore as that would be uncivilized.