Tobeimean Peter

“It lumbered slobberingly into sight and gropingly squeezed Its gelatinous green immensity through the black doorway into the tainted outside air of that poison city of madness. … The Thing cannot be described—there is no language for such abysms of shrieking and immemorial lunacy, such eldritch contradictions of all matter, force, and cosmic order.”
― H.P. Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu and Other Weird Stories

“Chords reel and the mind reels,
and for all I know
The minds of the Gods reel as well --
"For if the Gods have minds
They must be attuned to music and to harmony.
Harmony is but the pulse of Chaos
And to such pulsation
Even stones resound. ”
― Tobeimean Peter