Turn the Living into CorpsesI am the dirt. I am the grave.
I don't meditate nor drink. I don't write manifestos.
I turn people into bodies. So begins the confession of a boogeyman that no one believes in. As he settles into the abandoned Magic River Caf?, Blue Billy doesn't care that it has deteriorated into an abandoned, filth-ridden shack on the banks of a rancid backwater. This is his home, now. Or it...