Ever wonder why there’s hate? Or love for that matter? It all should be obvious, at least, if you know darkside. Know OF darkside, I mean. Yeah, I know what you’re thinkin, at least, I think I do. But then, I might not. Hold on, the phones ringin.

“Hello? Yes, this is he. No, I don’t want to switch phone companies. No, I don’t want to think about it. No, no thank you. No. No. No. Mmm-hmm. Yeah, fine. To hell with you too.


Bastard. Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yes, I almost forgot, darkside. My mind seems to slip these days…what? You still don’t believe me do you? About why there’s darkside, about why there’s that drop, (you know the feeling) that feels like your heart’s careening into your stomach? It sends a cascade of pain across your body, across your soul. It makes you quiver, it makes you shake… The fear, the jealousy, the HATE? It’s all there, at least, it used not to be. But now it is, and there’s not a thing you can do about it. Not a thing. Not a thing. Not a thing. Not a thing. Not a thing. Not a thing.




By The Evil Cheezman

Purveyor of sacred truths and purloined letters; literary acrobat; spiritual godson of Edgar Allan Poe, P.T. Barnum, and Ed Wood; WAYNE MILLER is the head architect of EVIL CHEEZ PRODUCTIONS, serving up the finest in entertainment and edification for the stage, the page, and the twain screens, silver and computer. He is the axe-murderer who once met Andy Griffith.