Poppy Z.Brite

Toward dawn he fell into restless sleep and dreamed of angels telling him to do violence

As the night deepened and the traffic thinned to nothing, it seemed to Zach that the whole country lay over the next rise, around the next bend of the highway all lit up and wide awake, violent and strange and joyous, just waiting for him to come find it

He felt like a man made of television static, of a million roaring, hissing silver dots.