It seemed to be a sort of monster, or symbol representing a monster, of a form which only a diseased fancy could conceive. If I say that my somewhat extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures of an octopus, a dragon, and a human caricature, I shall not be unfaithful to the spirit of the thing. A pulpy, tentacled head surmounted a grotesque and scaly body with rudimentary wings; but it was the general outline of the whole which made it most shockingly frightful
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Nooooo, I pledge to never ever ever invoke the name of evil. I'm crossing myself as I type, which makes me very ambidextrous.
H. P. Lovecraft - man, that guy could spin some evil, that's for sure. He nailed that description just as surely as if he were looking at, well, nevermind...
And Oopie, I didn't know you had such talent!
I know.
I touch myself all the time when I am on the internet.
Oh wait....too much information.
Hey! I was doing something holy, sacred, nun like.
Most artists can't bring themselves to make the wings rudimentary.
Some, however, can.
You mean like this, Blake?
Heh. Blast from the past, Ritmo...
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