Weird is easy. Art is easy. Horror and comedy are easy. All the same.
When a thing stops being alive it falls prey to ridicule.
The mechanical encrusted upon the living.
He falls over, laugh.
He kills, fear him.
He is rendered, nod.
He hides the gills with high collars, how odd.
Repetition:
Iterate.
Oscillating humour. It comes and goes with time.
Kill once and you're a murderer, kill many and you're exciting.
Paint him again, capture him.
Erode the security of knowledge.
And if it fails, if you cannot manage that, dazzle them with finely wrought chaff.
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