“It was like the moment one receives the biopsy report. It was like the feeble sound an unwatered plant makes in the instant before all reserve moisture dries from the tap root and the green turns to brown. It was like the sigh of anguish from the victim of voodoo at the instant the final pin is jammed into the ju-ju doll half a continent away. It was like the cry of a mother brought to see the tiny, crushed form lying beneath the blanket on a busy intersection. It was like the kiss of a spider.” -Harlan Ellison (1934-2018), “Spider Kiss” Some people leave a legacy, others a wake. Look him up. [photo taken from “Dreams with Sharp Teeth”] #harlanellison #spiderskiss #dreamswithsharpteeth #deathbird #ihavenomouthandimustscream

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