Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Happy birthday H.P. Lovecraft
Beefy Levinson noticed that today was H.P. Lovecraft's birthday when he awoke in the Stygian darkness of the early hours. An eldritch iridescence peeked through his bedroom door. He could hear the indescribable gibbering of some fetid antediluvian monstrosity. He tore open his door only to be confronted by an inconceivable landscape with noisome non-Euclidean geometry. And there, in all it's unutterable horror was a squamous, rugose, tentacled, ululating, fungoid blasphemy which began yelling, "Everything you know is wrong, black is white, up is down, short is long, and everything you thought was just so important doesn't matter, everything you know is wrong, just forget the words and sing along, all you need to understand is everything you know is wrong!"