Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
That night, he dreamed of The Filthy Temple to Shubnath hepo, the Bringer of a Thousand Wonders and its overwhelming populace. It destroyed my walking stick. I was doomed! Doomed since our earliest ancestor crept from the primordial slime, as foretold by the Pho tracts!
Ia! Ia! Il-tholei! sothaq Hasnek-lui!
Oo-Mi
Arkham! Obscene, mindless place of decayed dwellers!
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Cheers,
Joe Provo