Monday, March 17, 2014

SQUEALING WHITE THING

 SQUEALING WHITE THING
 "I was much less disturbed by the vaguer tales of wails and howlings in the barren, windswept valley beneath the limestone cliff; of the graveyard stenches after the spring rains; of the floundering, squealing white thing on which Sir John Clave’s horse had trod one night in a lonely field;"
H.P. Lovecraft, The Rats In the Walls


2 comments:

  1. Still gonna sneak up on that albino squealer and tickle the fuck outta him/it.

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