The Razorblades in My Head by Donnie Goodman

Scars are not a sign of where we have healed, they are a reminder of what we have buried beneath the skin: A talking toaster. A crabbing voyage that descends into chaos. Malevolent snowmen. The debut of a mysterious indie wrestler. A sacrifice in need of an hourglass. A paranormal cremator in search of a friend...and other choice cuts from the mind of Donnie Goodman. The razorblades have emerged. It is time to dig.