Twin Peaks

"Twin Peaks" (hereafter referred to as TP) is a television series that ran on the ABC network in the US, and later in nearly every other country. In the US, it ran two "seasons" (from April 1990 through June 1991)
"Call it what you want. A mood. A feeling" On behalf of the residents of Twin Peaks, I'd like to thank you for taking the time to visit us today. I know you're going to enjoy your tour. When I look back on these past six years as Sheriff, it's hard to believe all that's happened here in Twin Peaks. The town's really grown, and the people are changing. Business is booming. And this year, Twin Peaks High School made it to the state finals in wrestling with a co-educational squad. Unfortunately, crime's up. But I've got a real strong, conscientious team working with the FBI to solve these horrible injustices.
As you embark upon your self-guided tour, feel free to stop and talk with the townspeople. You're getting a real insider's look into a place that's different. It's a place where, as FBI Special Agent Cooper has said, "The have a cherry pie that'll kill you. Douglas firs. A yellow light that still means slow down, not speed up. Jelly donuts. A damn good cup of coffee. And air as fresh and crisp as a cracker." -Harry S. Truman
"Through the darkness of futures past. The magician longs to see. One chance out between two worlds Fire Walk With Me."
The chant is used by Bob when he kills and when he moves.
Entering the town of Twin Peaks -- five miles south of the Canadian border, 12 miles west of the state line,'' says FBI Special Agent Dale Cooper, dictating into his handy tape recorder as he speeds down a highway lined with Douglas Firs.
Once upon a time, there was a place of great goodness, called the White Lodge. Gentle fawns gamboled there amidst happy, laughing spirits. The sounds of innocence and joy filled the air. And when it rained, it rained sweet nectar that infused one's heart with a desire to live life in truth and beauty. Generally speaking, a ghastly place, reeking of virtue's sour smell. Engorged with the whispered prayers of kneeling mothers, mewling newborns, and fools, young and old, compelled to do good without reason.
But, I am happy to point out that our story does not end in this wretched place of saccharine excess. For there's another place, its opposite: a place of almost unimaginable power, chock full of dark forces and vicious secrets. No prayers dare enter this frightful maw. Spirits there care not for good deeds or priestly invocations. They are as likely to rip the flesh from your bone as greet you with a happy "Good day!" And if harnessed, these spirits in this hidden land of unmuffled screams and broken hearts would offer up a power so vast that its bearer might reorder the earth itself to his liking! This place I speak of, is known as the Black Lodge. And I intend to find it."- WINDAM EARLE