Wings Over the Pyre - June 17th, 2008

07:37 am - There Are Terrible Things Afoot ... And An Arm

I come bearing warnings. Within our world lies twisted, deviant minds, minds whose very contents are split assunder by Lovecraftian nightmares on a regular basis, like a metronome of insanity.

I have found my way into the dark places within those worlds and have exposed myself to the catalogue of horrors within. Behold!

This is but one of many terrifying beasts I’ve found within the delicate folds of a world man’s eyes were never meant to touch. Within, such squirming, repulsive horrors as man should never have to know! Demons, man, demons! An entire ecology of the things squamous and vile.

Even now, they stalk me. Even now, their horror grows.

It is though I look into the very pages of the Necronomicon and it’s Eldritch Andrew terpisichordian cruelties fling themselves eagerly against my poor, dried, wasted eyes. It is too much. It is too much.

Consider this damned thing.

See how it dances before it’s god, Azathoth, Lord of Insanity and then, in a fit of pique, it expresses it’s frustration with impudient and impurient digits? An Oboma-Nation, is what it is! Filth!

My mind, my mind, my mind.

I must have this thing.