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"We are here to devour each other alive" - Hobbes
It's been six years on this journal. There is nothing more that I want to write here anymore.
This blog has now moved. Thank you for reading, commenting, loving, hating or being indifferent. It's been worth its while.
I'd like to end with a fragment from a poem by Lovecraft, the part that appears as an epigraph to "The Haunter of the Dark", which as the editor's notes inform me, was written "in the sinister small hours of the black morning after Hallowe'en" and first published in the Vagrant, June 1918. The story is dedicated, by the author, to Robert Bloch.
I have seen the dark universe yawning
Where the black planets roll without aim,
Where they roll in their horror unheeded, without knowledge or lustre or name.
 pleiades
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