Lovecraftian Fragments

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The Filthy Temple to Tel-Kadathoth, the Piercing Evil

Ia! Ia! Tel-R'lshebdar! othin Thug-guthhu!

That night, Charles Harris languidly dreamed of Amag, Desert of Three Pleasures and its populace. I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. Telnicana! Mind-numbing, grim home of the Cth-Nig. How I trembled with revulsion at its sight... Such grotesque phylacteries! I can hear the unnatural music now...

He kept reading from that accursed book "R'l'urlui mglw'nafh Nathago Cylui ag'oth gothhu!" I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. We were doomed! Damned from the birth of Humanity, as predicted by the manuscript!

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Cheers,
Joe Provo