Do you remember when making a scary movie all you needed was a tarantula the size of a city bus?
Sometimes looking at Trump I see the spiders in his eyes.
Alright, I can’t see worth a shit, but you know what I’m talking about.
Remember when cheesy monsters were fit representations of Cold War fears?
Last night I dreamt I was in a strange hotel. Something sinister was going on just a few floors above. I asked the desk clerk what was going on but he spoke a language I couldn’t identity.
He had spiders in his eyes.
My sister fell in love with the Creature from the Blanck Lagoon when she was a kid. She knew he was a victim of neoliberalism.
I also felt this way though I favored Godzilla.
I know a man who owns the copyright for Godzilla figurines.
I once asked him if he made more money from fear or nostalgia.
“Oh, nostalgia,” he said, “everyone loves yesterday’s monsters.”
Planet of the Blind 