I, I searched the dark, dank corners of my closet.
And, I came upon, upon a drawing of the beast.
His hideousness had outpaced the growth of his lumpy,
crooked stature. And, the, the memories began to flow,
a full-fledged torrent of pain: the horrors his
baseless philosophies turned loose on a sleepy
neighborhood; the illicit formation of his every
thought. Oh, the humanity, the humanity... and
then, then... oh, Lord, help me... I recalled the
ogre's name, nay, moniker--perhaps even alias.
The utter despair that has washed over my very
soul wretches at my physical and spiritual being.
Oh, to sleep, to be wrought unconscious. Anything,
any... thing... to forget that vile mark, that
horrid, unforgettable, unforgivable word. My soul
to attain cerebral vacuity in place of--dare I utter
the creature's name? yeah, but I must--in place of...
IQ !!.