It was a terrible, indescribable thing vaster than any subway train – a shapeless congeries of protoplasmic bubbles, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyes forming and un-forming as pustules of greenish light all over the tunnel-filling front that bore down upon us, crushing the frantic penguins and slithering over the glistening floor that it and its kind had swept so evilly free of all litter.
You can smell like a Shoggoth, or even Cthulhu.
H. P. Lovecraft scents at Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab.
Saw these in Rue Morgue magazine.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Lovecraftian
Legion
The third Exorcist film isn't spoken of all that much. Not really sure why. Truly frightening, and it includes a particular scare that you'll never forget.
Click below to watch the first nine minutes of the film.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
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Wednesday, November 25, 2009
The Ghost Of Thanksgiving
Featured this turkey ghost last year...
The office is closing early. Employees are in good spirits and ignoring work.
I'm dreaming of turkey on my plate and black olives on the tips of my fingers.
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For All Your Steampunk Needs
The Steampunk Emporium. I'd like to show up at work in a stove-top hat and a pair of aluminum goggles.
The Emporium.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Harvest Feast
There was the doughty doughnut, the tender olykoek, and the crisp and crumbling cruller; sweet cakes and short cakes, ginger cakes and honey cakes, and the whole family of cakes. And then there were apple pies, and peach pies, and pumpkin pies; besides slices of ham and smoked beef; and moreover delectable dishes of preserved plums, and peaches, and pears, and quinces; not to mention broiled shad and roasted chickens; together with bowls of milk and cream, all mingled higgledy- pigglely, pretty much as I have enumerated them, with the motherly teapot sending up its clouds of vapor from the midst-- Heaven bless the mark! I want breath and time to discuss this banquet as it deserves, and am too eager to get on with my story. Happily, Ichabod Crane was not in so great a hurry as his historian, but did ample justice to every dainty.
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And more beautiful photos from LoveManor.com
Monday, November 23, 2009
To The Soul
They had the fair, brownish skin of the true Martian, the yellow coin eyes, the soft musical voices. Once they had liked painting pictures with chemical fire, swimming in the canals in the seasons when the wine trees filled them with green liquors, and talking into the dawn together by the blue phosphorous portraits in the speaking room.
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Sunday, November 22, 2009
Now Playing: Terrace Of Memories
Great for a Sunday morning - Vidna Obmana and Sam Rosenthal's Terrace of Memories. Minimalistic and light, the relaxing side of dark ambient.
Listen to samples here.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Halloween Horticulture
Drove past a house and saw that they had old dried vines growing around and onto the porch. They looked like grape vines. They also had a row of tomato plants that had withered and browned along the walk to the front porch. It got me thinking about the different plants that a person could grow through the year with the goal of having gnarly nasty old dried up creepy plants for Halloween night. The tomatoes were still on the vine and they looked like mini green and red pumpkins. The brown leaves and vines were brittle and thinning. I imagined jack o'lanterns at the base of them and how they'd look at night.
I love the idea of an overgrown property on Halloween night (or one made to look like it was overgrown and neglected). Even dirty old terra cotta pots overflowing with dried vines and wrinkled tomatoes could be placed around a haunt. I'd imagine it'd add instant atmosphere.
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Friday, November 20, 2009
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