| J.S. Clark ( @ 2006-03-10 01:39:00 |
Fhtagn
Stumbled across a weatherbeaten copy of the loathed Necronomicon on the mold-crusted backroom shelves of a ill-visaged bookstore the other night; subsequent etheric investigation resulted in this unexpected entry.
And now someone's net-archived correspondence compounds the disturbing sequence of events. Even the Unspeakable One is moved to comment.
Must go. A blasphemous piping ululation drifts through my opened windows, and I am experiencing an odd compulsion to immerse myself in miasmic swamps.