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« Reply #46 on: July 11, 2011, 02:49:45 PM » |
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Three times Randolph Carter dreamed of the marvelous woman, and three times was he snatched away while still he paused above her. All golden and lovely she blazed in the sunset, with calves, arms, neck and arched forehead of veined marble, a hint of silver-basined fountains of prismatic spray issuing from her perfumed garden, and wide hips thrusting amid delicate legs and blossom-laden ribs and ivory breasts in a gleaming row; while on her steep northward slopes climbed tiers of red locks and an ancient silver necklace harbouring little suns of glassy pearls. Shet was a fever of the gods, a fanfare of supernal trumpets and a clash of immortal cymbals. Mystery hung about her as clouds about a fabulous unvisited mountain; and as Carter stood breathless and expectant above her body there swept up to him the poignancy and suspense of almost-vanished memory, the pain of lost things and the maddening need to place again what once had been an awesome and momentous goddess.
He knew that for him her meaning must once have been supreme; though in what cycle or incarnation he had known her, or whether in dream or in waking, he could not tell. Vaguely she called up glimpses of a far forgotten first youth, when wonder and pleasure lay in all the mystery of females, and young and aged alike strode forth prophetic to the eager sound of lutes and song, unclosing fiery gates toward further and surprising marvels. But each night as he stood above that Venus and considered her beauty and unearthly immanence he felt the bondage of dream's tyrannous gods; for in no wise could he leave that position, or descend to her wide mammarial peaks leading endlessly down to where those legs of elder witchery lay outspread and beckoning.
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We live on a placid Rhode Island and Providence Plantations of ignorance in the midst of the black seas of an infinity of dark foreigners, and it was not meant that we should voyage too far.
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« Reply #47 on: July 17, 2011, 04:31:52 PM » |
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The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human body to correctly manipulate all its components. We live on a flaccid island of impotence in the midst of black seas of sterility, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The senses, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto aroused us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the horny light into the peace and safety of a new celibate age.
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------------------------- "...there's more ammo for being a meeting room smartass in Lovecraft than any other author."
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« Reply #48 on: July 18, 2011, 09:55:51 AM » |
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What have I wrought...
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« Reply #49 on: July 18, 2011, 11:00:31 AM » |
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What have I wrought...
Madness... Bob |
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If someone ever dares you to read the Necronomicon out loud... just say no.
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TheMediocreYoungishOne -Tom-
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« Reply #50 on: July 18, 2011, 12:47:59 PM » |
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The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human body to correctly manipulate all its components. We live on a flaccid island of impotence in the midst of black seas of sterility, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The senses, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto aroused us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the horny light into the peace and safety of a new celibate age.
If Lovecraft didn't actually write this, he should have. Yeah. I didn't intend it to be that way at first but as I was changing the Call of Cthulhu paragraph, it came out like something Lovecraft might have written. XD |
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"I never ask a man what his business is, for it never interests me. What I ask him about are his thoughts and dreams." H.P. Lovecraft - In a letter to Maurice W. Moe, January 1929
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We are the Borgcraft. Your knowledge will be correlated. Insanity is inevitable.
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« Reply #51 on: July 24, 2011, 08:18:08 AM » |
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All staring H.P Love sauce (there is a singer with this name). 1)An Unfortunate form of Cleavage 2) Hellish Suction 3) from beyond the Orifice 4) the Orgy on the Doorstep 5) the Rats on my Balls 6) the quest of Iranon for Pussy 7) The Moon Pussy  The Whore of Martins Beach 9)the Whore at Red Hooker 10) Heshe 11)Call 976 Cthulhu 12) the Silver Key Party 13) the Big Cock of Charles Dexter Ward 14) the Dunwich Whor 15) the Electric Orgasam Well ther not all winners, but some of them probably would've had a better plot in the original stories. Kind of like "Not Your Avatar" James Cameron you hack  |
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« Reply #52 on: July 24, 2011, 10:06:34 PM » |
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I apologize if anyone said anything near these.  1. It Whips her in Darkness 2. Polanus 3. The Laying of the Monster 4. The White Slit 5. Beyond the wall of sleep the alchemist Hypnos put two black bottles in Pickmans Model. Or better yet, rearrange titles to make porn? A Reminiscence of Dr. Samuel Johnson = Dr. Samuel reminiscence of a Johnson |
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"Why would you tell someone they have a plethora of something when you yourself do not know what a plethora is?"
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« Reply #53 on: July 24, 2011, 10:45:47 PM » |
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Staring H.P Lovesause
From Beyond the Glory Hole
Herbert West and the Little Blue Pill
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« Reply #54 on: August 12, 2011, 01:23:59 PM » |
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I got burned out on porno so I'm going back to some light erotica with Pickman's Nude Model.
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« Reply #55 on: August 12, 2011, 01:32:18 PM » |
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I got burned out on porno so I'm going back to some light erotica with Pickman's Nude Model.
How the hell can you get burned out on porn?  I mean, that's like getting burned out on breathing! Bob |
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« Reply #56 on: August 13, 2011, 03:19:58 PM » |
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*cough cough*
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We live on a placid Rhode Island and Providence Plantations of ignorance in the midst of the black seas of an infinity of dark foreigners, and it was not meant that we should voyage too far.
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« Reply #57 on: August 13, 2011, 05:28:22 PM » |
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I got burned out on porno so I'm going back to some light erotica with Pickman's Nude Model.
Considering ghouls don't wear clothes, it's that a bit redundant? |
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"It is good to be a cynic... better to be a contented cat... best not to exist at all. Universal suicide is the most logical thing... we reject it only because of our primitive cowardice... If we were sensible we would seek death—the same blissful blank which we enjoyed before we existed." -HPL
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« Reply #58 on: August 14, 2011, 07:58:28 PM » |
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He Creams in the Bitch House
The Thong on the Doorstep
The Call-girl of Cthulhu
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