Ever get whacked on the head, only to awaken to non-euclidian geometries and profane writings in an abhorrent language that turns a hateful gaze upon humanity?
What with the ichor dripping through the walls & all, it's surprised that he can summon up enough energy to scream as his mind descends into madness for the nocturnal rites.
And those hounds that come in from the corners!
But you guys at least deserve to see what's also been keeping me...
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"Then again, I'm Gary Busey. Who knows what the f-ck I'm talking about." - Gary Busey