Uncle-Sam's Littlle Helper

raincoaster

raincoaster

The doctors are convinced I have suffered a complete mental breakdown due to nervous exhaustion. They have taken away my cell phone and laptop. It makes no difference, for I can still hear it at night: that loathesome, obscene, eldritch intonation that no human ear was ever meant to hear - the twittering of the Scoble. And what terrible visions those twitters have revealed! I have seen Cthulhu in R'lyeh, and Calacanis in the cyclopean citadel of Mahalo! Ia! Azathoth! Allison, the Dark Queen of the Vacuous Wasteland, whose true name was stricken from all earthly records and monuments! Yog-Sothoth! I have perused the crackling pages of the Zuckernomicon, the Book of Dead Faces! Curse you, Professor Denton, you knew the manuscript would drive me mad! The Raincoaster in her nameless lair of foetid gloom! Nyarlathotep! The squamous ululations of the Cashmore - some things, once mashed, should never be unmashed! Hastur! Jimbo! The Blasphemous Beast of Bomis sits in the center of his web, devouring the minds of men! I am not long for this existence. The hounds are coming for me! Even now I hear them baying for my soul! Taurus! Fondue!
Iaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

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Uncle-Sam's Littlle Helper

googoobaby

"As if sharing a room with Robert Scoble isn't frightening enough, he's persuaded me to sign up with Twitter as craignewmark..."

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frankwag

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