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Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wagn'nagl fhtagn ("In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming."). --HP Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu

The stars hath turned in the heavens once more: Mighty Cthulhu stirs. His dreams reacheth forth, communing with those with ears to hear. Iä! Shub-Niggurath! His thoughts trample down along the pathways of thy mind; thou knowest His footprints, each of which is a wound...

Monday, February 14, 2005



Drive-by Update

O mortals! Having done it both ways, Mighty Cthulhu canst assure thee that neither Percocet nor Vicadin hath healing powers past ye knowledges.

Sith ye, ape-spawn, only beer doth hold bliss and healing. And scotch. Beer and Scotch doth hold bliss and healing. And vengeance.

O spawn of knuckle-dragging primates: Only Beer and Scotch and Vengeance doth hold ye mighty healing powers.

Now, after a bit of brush-fire warring, dost Great Cthulhu feel better.

Yer welcome.

PS: Bubba and AnntiChrist: Back now, feeling not better, but at least more sober. By the way, if you have to lose a tooth or die? Die. Much easier on Ye Skulle. Brb =)
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