Let us go then, you and I, and under marvel-shrouded Innsmouth's sky Like squamous blasphemies; Let us speak of deep abysses cyclopean, Our texts are hidden, our accounts Procopian (for 'twould drive them mad to read of our hells In their sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells)https://twitter.com/iotar/status/993573755531218945 …
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Into R'yleh the marshstock come and go, ululating their squamous manifesto.
6:42 AM - 8 May 2018
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