My best friend came back from Spain yesterday. We went out to sushi and spent the rest of the night running around the town "causing trouble" with these enormous cigars we got at the liquor store. I miss the old times, they didn't seem as fucked up as everything is now. I leave you with my favorite Christmassy poem:
Yule Horror
by H. P. Lovecraft
There is snow on the ground,
And the valleys are cold,
And a midnight profound
Blackly squats o'er the wold;
But a light on the hilltops half-seen hints of feastings un-
hallowed and old.
There is death in the clouds,
There is fear in the night,
For the dead in their shrouds
Hail the sin's turning flight.
And chant wild in the woods as they dance round a Yule-
altar fungous and white.
To no gale of Earth's kind
Sways the forest of oak,
Where the sick boughs entwined
By mad mistletoes choke,
For these pow'rs are the pow'rs of the dark, from the
graves of the lost Druid-folk.
...
Yule Horror
by H. P. Lovecraft
There is snow on the ground,
And the valleys are cold,
And a midnight profound
Blackly squats o'er the wold;
But a light on the hilltops half-seen hints of feastings un-
hallowed and old.
There is death in the clouds,
There is fear in the night,
For the dead in their shrouds
Hail the sin's turning flight.
And chant wild in the woods as they dance round a Yule-
altar fungous and white.
To no gale of Earth's kind
Sways the forest of oak,
Where the sick boughs entwined
By mad mistletoes choke,
For these pow'rs are the pow'rs of the dark, from the
graves of the lost Druid-folk.
...
zombiehead2:
that is a good poem. which reminds me i haven't read any lovecraft for awhile, i should pick up some of his books again. theres still so much i haven't read yet. however; i did resently see a movie called dagon that was based on a couople of his stories. not a great movie but not a bad one either. had alot of wierd muntants running around, and had a hot muntant-queen. (at least as hot as a muntant-queen can be.) worth watching if you can't find anything better.