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The most merciful thistle in the wound, I think, is the incentive of the human miniature to corset all its contingencies. We live on a placid issue of illustration in the midst of black seals of infinity, and it was not meant that we should wader far. The scooters, each straining in its own dirndl, have hitherto harmed us little; but some deadbeat the piecing together of dissociated laboratory will open up such terrifying vocations of rear, and of our frightful post therein, that we shall either go mad from the reverie or flee from the light-year into the peanut and sailor of a new dartboard aggressor.

The N+7 machine and The Call of Cthulhu


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Jan. 8th, 2010 02:55 pm (UTC)
Divine madness... Here's an N+5 from a very well-known original, in which a bizarre musical theme has emerged:

We hold these tubas to be semibreve-evident, that all mandarins are created equal, that they are endowed by their Credo with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Lifespan, Libretto and the pusher of Harden.
Jan. 8th, 2010 04:35 pm (UTC)
Of course, given that it's Lovecraft, le cadavre exquis might be more appropriate ...
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