Eyes. Stephen King, Artistry, Big Trouble In Little China, Randal, and Such

This catacalysm is an ode to the f I don't give. A testament to the true power of being third, I guess.

The song I'm singing is a parody of Call Me Maybe, "Call me Sidney", by the Merkins.
Also, Alice Cooper's "The Man Behind The Mask".
There's a sorry excuse of a man who runs his mouth about how I need to go to hell, and be tortured for the things I say that I mention towars the end. This was also originally made for YouTube, where that would make more sense.

I gloss right over a lot of things I should maybe spend some more time on, but this was quite long as it was. Things like the mirror phenomenon; you see what you want to see. In The Stand, people see what they're horrified of when they look at The Dark Man. The coat hanger instances are a perfect example; Frannie is deep down contemplating not having her baby, and this is monsterous to her. Thus, he becomes symbolic of this "cross roads" to her. Christine, the Plymouth Fury, also has this effect on people- she is judged before anyone asks her opinion, and anyone who loves her is hated, as she is hated.
Possessing such a quality causes those around them who cannot face the truth about themselves to be eaten by their own mirror image (especially if they refuse to submit.)
This is why humaniry trembles in front of god, and his wings are full of a comforting shadow, least you burn in the sun (...."and I will set you to burn.")

Because no one asked you what God looked like.