Behind the Door There's a creature in my bathroom closet waiting for you to open the door. It's tearing up toilet paper banging the walls, jangling locks, while screaming, "Get me out of here!" "Don't lock me in anymore!" Poor little bugger How lonely he must be. Isn't there something we can do for him? Hey – have compassion: All the critter wants is an arm to chew on or someone to share their brains. Don't be afraid of the creatures knocking at your doors – If you survive the encounter you'll be able to handle so much more Storybook monsters are no danger: The real monsters smile on TV declaring they have sacred mission and war is necessary.

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Copyright 1971, 2007 by T Newfields. All rights reversed.
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Wan-Sze:	This guy is weird.
Nadia:	Good. Creative non-conformity is healthy.
Kasim:	Yeah, but there's a bestial queerness to him.
Will:	Because he doesn't vote conservative?
Kasim:	Nawh, those who see the Beast have it inside 'em.