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solipsistic:
"By their Beards shall ye know them.."

docrock:
Yes, the eternal achilles heel.

Unfortunately it's impossible to digest without gut juice.

I hope you don't return with a childs arm in your mouth biggrin
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docrock:
Actually it's pretty non-post - but not as good as reading "the mountains of madness".
solipsistic:
Thanks. I've got about six/seven hours in London so should be plenty.
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solipsistic:
Agreed. The only adult human being that I spoke to yesterday was the checkout girl in Aldi, she wore a curious pendant around her neck, and I feared she may have been a member of some obscure cult of Leng intent on ravenously devouring my beating heart... but she only desired to know if I wanted cashback... frown

Where is that? It's great!
solipsistic:
I presume its victorian. They had a real sense of constructing a necropolis didn't they?

The victorian cemetary in Nottingham is quite something, it's huge and has endless nooks and crannies, including; a huge bowl shaped area with what seem to be mass graves judging by the 10+ names on each slab dated around early 1900's: paupers graves?? and, the caged off entrances to a series of rock caves/ catacombs that the city is ridled with.

I'll get round to taking some pictures...
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lockley:
Bonehead. kiss
solipsistic:




skull
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I am losing the silver key. As I surface more upon this world our intellectuals term the only truth, I see less of those lands beyond reason and knowledge

The humbling edifices wrought of architectures unknown are now passing into facades of shadow. If I am a God of those realms, I am a weak and disinterested one. Unworthy of the sacrifices made in my...
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docrock:
It's amazing, you still haven't managed to deaden my fascination with qm, though you gave it one hell of a good try smile

I never liked that damn cat anyway - more of a dog person.

Seriously, do you mean you don't find qm interesting? Why do you do it?
solipsistic:
The local parish church is boarded up and locked. it squats obscenely amongst broken headstones, dirty white as leprous flesh in the moonlight. As I pass it journeying home at night I fancy I can hear an excited rustling at it's shadowed eaves and pray fervently it is merely bats...
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Ia! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young!