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Consisting Chiefly of Two-Word Phrases Culled Artlessly From The Works of H.P. Lovecraft by Threetails

I remembered familiar doom and Yuggoth family arms, which keeps silent entombment beneath peeling detestable ichor.

Telegraph office brick walls denied a tenebrous tunnel beneath the abnormal, non-Euclidean old bus. Insects came, and foxes, destroying most sane reality. Inhuman squeals ensued; together with monstrous creatures which conquered everything.

Five automobiles sent me flying over indescribable tropical rats, while nightmare paintings were found and porpoises surpassing anything yet unencountered. These megalithic stone-bordered black abysses were hoary with squat idiot fears, choosing my Alexandrian decadence so quickly.

Many children descended to the putrid cannibal Gnopkehs, without wholly hearing enough lunar fungi. High above a bottomless grave of blasphemous fish-frogs, Joseph Curwen made for the portal in blackness and creeping slimy soil.

No cylinders may impose definite vibrations upon dolphins' foreign faces. My fevered Polish landlord resolved to destroy most blind idiot bat-winged devils, but now sits listening for puffy reptilian heads. I am on bridges over unlimited rivers of undefinable foetor, pushing through bloated bodies to deliver the massive half-breed sheep's eyes.

Below blue furry blasphemy, Satan and Esquimaux wizards gnawed at some bones. “I am darkly aware of anaemia and malodorous purple spiders,” Carter said. Our aeroplane was besieged by dogs summoned by detestable piping on the edge of total blackness, and incalculable curses and malevolent eyes permeated the mindless universe across unimaginable black voids.

She is under catechism! Down, down to the eldritch place where Aldebaran calls on raging and glistening teeth. Ia! Ia! Gnai-Kah is the screaming twilight, the sacrifice, and the genuine blood!

Hands encountered semi-putrid congealed organs which screamed eternally in the sombre halls of untold evil pseudo-memory.

Consisting Chiefly of Two-Word Phrases Culled Artlessly From The Works of H.P. Lovecraft

Threetails

"Consisting chiefly of two-word phrases culled artlessly from the works of H.P. Lovecraft" is chapter 9 of a largely-abandoned project I was working on, "The Worst Book Ever Written."

That is all.

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