nightmare, easter morning by sandpaperdaisy
This quote from Myra Hindley struck me. (She ripped off Yeats.) She tried to justify the Moors Murders as an attempt to explore the foul rag and bone shop cellars of her mind. I found the phrase (and her appropriation of it) to be suitably disgusting for her.
foul rag and bone shop cellars by sandpaperdaisy
gee tee 001 by sandpaperdaisy