Lovecraftian Fragments

Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...

N'gai, Yog'ath'shuhu, agg-shutur, y'hah; Ph-hepoua...

I regret interviewing him, then maybe I would never have heard of Hasoth or The Disgusting Temple to Telngshu, the Beast with Countless Brains. I happily went to the Boston asylum, hopefully never to leave. Doomed Walter Philip Warren! His New Bedford ancestry nearly destroyed us... and to this day I hear him screaming "Ith'onua mglw'nafh Cthsothtep Cynath aq'ua shebana!"

I wish Henry Ward had never showed me the Voorish Sign... Niththoul, the nameless manuscript of Shogwgah's evil. I happily went to the Dunwich asylum, hopefully never to leave. Doomed Charles Carter! His Innsmouth ancestry nearly destroyed us... and to this day I hear him screaming "Nith'athath mglw'nafh Amathath Iltur ar'an aqlui!"

That night, I fitfully dreamed of The Disgusting Temple to Shogng, the Bringer of Countless Fears and the things that thrived in that hostile environment.

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Cheers,
Joe Provo