“Yes. Black. Black. Black! Like the clouds of death that follow me into the Forest of Doom! And hide in the wardrobe of darkness! Black!”

Johnny Nice Painter

“Black! Listen! Listen! Do you hear? The moon is weeping in a secret room! They tap at my window, with tiny pools! Oh! Oh! The monks are troubled and full of woe! I'm a fly! Trapped in a jar of shadows!”

Johnny Nice Painter