Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

An ancient Indian what?
We get over a million channels from the far reaches of the galaxy.
Looks like a vortex. A gateway into another dimension.
Shush! Shut up! Quit trying to push us around!
Come Back Here, You Little Raven!
Leave no black plume as a token Of the lie thy soul hath spoken
And Maybe Even Loving You. Leave Me Alone.
Lisa, that wasn't scary. Not even for a poem.
-Surely-- -Said I
Beawre beware beware beware beware.
Come, Hartmans & Portillos, eat. Grow large with tacos.
God lent thee By angels sent thee
Art sure no craven, ghastly ancient Raven wandering from the nightly shore
Well, that last story was a warmup for this macabre tale I call:
-Can I think about this? -Sure.
Respite from thy Memories of Lenore
If you don't believe me, look at this book I found.
Bruh uh nigga vrai
Die! Die! Everybody die!
Leave my loneliness unbroken Quit the bust above my door
Did too!. Too!. T-O-O!. T-O-O, too!. Always!. A-L-W-A-Y-S!. A-L-W-A-Y-S, always!. Did not!. Not!. N-O-T! N-O-T, not!. Never!. N-E-V-E-R!. N-E-V-E-R, never!.
Ooh, a vortex. Catch!
Do you have Amazon Prime? No, that would cost extra
ATH, eh? ... Excellent, Mr. Hartman . Excellent.
It was written in 1845. Maybe people were easier to scare.