The next bride-to-be that we ran into had skin as white as snow and was covered in dirt and brittle, dead leaves. Now many people find the presence of detritus clinging to a bride to be something of a blemish. Not so, Poison Pie, who loves the dirt and dark and the dank as much as a mole does, or perhaps more so.

To understand Poison Pie, you have to recognize that the natural affinity for light and warmth that many people harbor, has, in this society, been exploited to such an extent that it has become a tasteless cliché, devoid of the substance and virtue which first brought light and warmth to our attention. The alternative, then, is dirt, dark and cold, which because few appreciate it, has remained unspoiled.