December 14, 2016 · 4:29 pm
Henryk Siemiradzki
a Thousand
Failures
Sour
my Soul
As
my Serum
Seeks
to Surpass
Man.
#B27321
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December 10, 2016 · 6:21 pm
Antoine Wiertz
—/—/—-
–
Discarded
Dreams
of Immortality
&
Meat
Puppets
that Scream
of Blood
that Flows
like Sand
Reanimated
Man
the Damned
#B27321
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These Are my Thoughts
As I Dine On
Canned Beer
& Beans
& Meat
Better Left
Unexplained.
They Say It Came From Fukushima,
Radioactive Waste
Flooding the Seas.
I Just Know
It’s Real,
Like West’s
Sinful Serum
the Dead
Won’t Stay Down.
Killing Friends,
Lovers,
& Kids
In a Nightmare
That Won’t End;
a Game Played
In Blood,
Bullets,
& Pain.
Head For the Hills,
Fresh Water,
the Mountains,
the Oceans;
Poison,
the Cities
Choked
With a Rictus
Grin.
This I Say
To you,
When the Dead
Walk
the Living
are Damned.
#B27321
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April 29, 2016 · 10:10 pm
Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres
Kə-THOO-Loo
–
Or
Did He.
His Brain
Was a
Whirl
of Action.
How to
Save
the Virgin
Priestess
From
the Great
Cult
of Kə-THOO-Loo.
Stripped Bare
With Only
His Savage
Might;
How to
ReClaim
His Lost
Prize,
30 Talons
of Silver
& Lips
Like Red
Wine …
Any More
&
I Would
Have
to Charge
a Dime
#B27321
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May 25, 2015 · 10:44 am
H.P. Lovecraft In 1915
The Eerie Music of H.P.
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The Voids & Gulfs It Held In Trance.
Of Outer Gods, Demons, Devils,
& Human Headed Rats.
Of Cemetery Yards & the Animated Damned;
Trilling Throats Offer Up
Kə-THOO-Loo’s
Hideous Demands;
Human Sheep UnWilling Flesh Bags.
Allowing His Eyes to Focus & His Mind to Mingle,
as He Sits In the Deep, Deep;
Seeking to Throw Off Time’s Sleep.
Searching, Questing For the Lost Lullaby
of Dominion Over Man.
Written by the Hand of the Master Zann.
So His Children of the Sea Can Thrive, Breed,
& Hold Sway Once Again.
Starving Not Just For the Souls of Man,
But the Meat In All Its Many Forms;
In your Inner Most Dreams He Creeps,
Pulling you With In His Reach.
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Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line
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September 19, 2014 · 10:01 pm
John Hamilton Mortimer
Greenery
&
Beauty
Fall
A Part
As the
Trail
Draws
Nearer
to
the Dragons
Mouth
Long
have I
Wandered
&
Quested
to Enter
the Valley
all Thought
Lost
To
the Mountains
of Madness
at What
Ever
the Cost
Gibbering
Laughter
or Soul
Lost.
#B27321
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September 12, 2014 · 8:34 pm
Tony Robert Fleury
Discarded
Dreams
of Immortality
&
Meat
Puppets
that Scream
of Blood
that Flows
like Sand
Reanimated
Man
the Damned
#B27321
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June 4, 2014 · 4:26 pm
Hogarth
Shall I
tell you
that
Howard
&
Lovecraft
Peered
Behind
the Veil
#B27321
That the
Horrors
they
Dredged
up
Helped
them
on
their
Way.
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February 5, 2014 · 8:35 pm
–
“The Weird Tales Submissions Process”
–
N.C. Wyeth
I am
Disheartened
to See
that Lovecraft
&
Howard
were Not
your
Story Choices
but Perhaps
They
have
a Part
to Play.
Tesla
In the
Arkham
Sanitarium
Upon a
Frigid
Winter’s
Night
His
Pigeons
from Hell
In
Glorious Flight.
Quill
In Hand
Searching
to
Thwart
the Outer
Gods
Cold
Hideous
Might
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