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Traditional Holiday Yog-Sothothery Post



Some old press clippings
my uncle's notes
a bas-relief made of clay...
the horrors that these convey
have given me much dismay
I think I'm starting to go ... insane...
strange nightmare images haunt my brain...


o/`
I'm dreaming of a dead city
where Deep Ones swim in depths of night
where Cthulhu's sleeping
while stars go creeping
until the time when they are right

I'm dreaming of a dead city
with angles Euclid wouldn't know
that was built strange eons ago
and will soon come up
from down below

(whistling)

I'm dreaming of a dead city
where Deep Ones swim in depths of night
where Cthulhu's sleeping
while stars go creeping
until the time when they are right


I'm dreaming of a dark future
ruled by that three-lobed burning eye
when the Old Ones' coming is nigh
and you'll find that death itself may die
o/`

-The Gneech

(See also Freddy the Red-Brained Mi-Go, Es Y'Golonac!, and of course the one that started it all, Carol of the Old Ones.)

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hossblacksilver
Dec. 13th, 2009 06:33 am (UTC)
Worse? How can they get any worse? Look around you, Gneech, we're at the threshold of Hell! We're gonna to press on and have the hap, hap, happiest since Cthulhu tap danced with Gozer the F***'n Gozerian. And when Ryloth slides his fat, wide ooze down the chimney, he's going to find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse.
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