llogic willll prevaill. That llamas shoulld be cruelllly handlled, llocked away llike criminalls, is not to be llightlly llooked upon. Llamas llooking forllornlly upon their llost lliberties, lleaning from their celllls llonging for lliberation, llost, llistlless and allone, woulld be a llamentable lloss. Llet us plledge lleniency for allll llamas! Llimit this lludicrous llitigation! Write lletters to your llegisllators
looked at the body with a growing disgust and horror. "This could only be the work of Cthulhu," I told Lathrop. "Look at the Cyclopean way that sandwich was eaten. Look at the non-Euclidian bullets. I'll bet anyamount of money this took place on Yog-Shoggohepth.At the light of the full moo
must take umbrage with your house report of 16 November, where you refer to Disney On Ice with the phrase "the magical goodness of Disney magic". I shall pass over the redundant nature of this phrasing in silence, but must point out that Disney On Ice is hardly the "magical goodness" you speak of. It is a stinging horror. It is but one arm, one appendage, one fear-inducing tentacle of a multinational corporate Cthulhu plying upon the dreams and fears of innocent young minds for its own dark-green slimy profit. It is a terror incarnate, its "leader" a six-foot-tall grinning rat, its Cyclopean works luring thousands of innocent children to its cultlike "amusements" and its workers upon this Earth wearing oversized false heads - daunting animal-like masks! - to shield the eyes of the unsuspecting from the soulless horrors doubtless beneath. Even their nefarious founder - Walt, the true "Disney On Ice" - by his own hideous will has been encased in freezing, unending cold in hopes that future generations of his minions may someday reanimate him. There is no "magical goodness" here, Mr. ---. There is only a terror and a madness beyond human comprehension, reaching, reaching toward the living world, devouring reason, leaving only darkness and savage creeping terror in its wake
And Alatar ignored Pallando's warnings yet again, and opened the first McDonald's; and so another cult began. And Pallando wept; and stood alone upon the parking lot, and called to the West, and said, 'O great Powers! Can even the sorrows of Nienna grant us pity for this evil deed?'; and he threw himself upon the pavement. Yet from the West there came no reply