Jenny

“Big squidhead lies a-sleeping at the bottom of the sea,
And one day, when the stars are right, he’ll wake up presently,
And then may wipe us all out, which sounds worrying to me,
While the Tcho-Tcho sing this song…

Aie! Ftagn! Ftagn! Cthulhu!
Cosmic horror coming to you,
The Old Ones are back now with a view to
Sucking out your brains.

Big Squidhead lies a-sleeping, although, in a way, he’s dead.
There are dreams that change reality a-running round his head.
He lies in dread R’lyeh, which is on the ocean bed.
But pops up and down for fun.

And the Tcho-Tcho sing
Aie! Ftagn! Ftagn! Yog-Sothoth!
The streets will be chockablock with shoggoth,
How sweetly their cries ‘Tekeli-li!’ doth
Improve the slimy hour.

Big Squidhead lies a-scheming at the bottom of the sea,
He is counting out the aeons that make up eternity,
And when he’s done, it’s curtains for the mast majority,
While the Tcho-Tcho get on down.

Aie! Ftagn! Ftagn! Shub-Niggurath!
We’re on the winning side to see the aftermath,
Put on your marching boots because we’re on the path,
To the end times, here we come!
To the end times, here we come!
To the end times! Here! We! Coooooooooome!”
― Jonathan L Howard

“The man shoved a tongue depressor down his throat. Just as it started to tickle and would have made him cough, the doctor pulled it out of his mouth. “You have no gag reflex,” the doctor said scribbling on a notepad.

“No reflex, huh?” John said with a salacious grin. “I could show you why that is.”

The doctor tried to straight face it but failed. He was clearly disgusted. Maybe he'd pushed it a little too far. “They’ll beat that out of you in the brig."

“No, I assure you, they won’t. But they’ll try.”
― Jennivie Wirries

“The night is dark and full of terrors, and so are dreams.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows

“Good, because did you see his ass in those jeans tonight? Seriously, I would gladly go to jail just to hump his leg.”
― Aly Martinez, Changing Course