I woke up in the present day, in my apartment, on my couch with the bleeding whip marks on my back. I was wearing a field hand's clothes. The world today smelled so much deader tho
claimed the secret spleen had found it long ago but had stayed to help all who had a soul that was lost, which is all of us. He wasn't about to say no to daily Pine Elixer. Guardia
Pale Weak Unclean Skinny Starving Man the 3rd. Hey, what's in a name? All I know is that I am clueless as to who I am and from where I come. I'm not even sure what day it is...
AS THEY SAY, “To not respect the power of the Kraken is to not respect the sea.” So, alas, Detective Manatee, you are all washed up, washed ashore, find the body beneath the floor.
The octopus was big, monstrous even. It killed them both with its flame breath and they ended up in the afterlife. Squidward was mortified. He was dead.
agent in charge of your ass. Everybody knows that Bill Shatner is an agent of the Esperanto Intelligence Service. They recruited him straight off the set of Incubus. Some whisper.
Then I got mad. If he could turn into an octopus why couldn't I turn into Chtullu. Suddenly, I was Chtullu. One of the Elder Ones. I grabbed the octopus, formerly my boss, Bookman,
used to wash the hordes off was from the cistern upriver that used to be an old Shamans & Witch Doctors Burial tomb. That much evil mojo & that much fenji fever meant possible exti
The existence of columns was never questioned. You had matter, you had columns. What is there to question? Their motives, perhaps, yes maybe. Yes. Columns have motives? What a time
I carry a memory with me. A moment when a pretty girl at a party smiled across the room at Cedric Schtuffel, the heir apparent of House Schfuffel. The smile was full of knives & sc
