|“I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.” |
― H.P. Lovecraft, The Outsider
Earned a Daily Deviation for Fugue.
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|Something black in the road, something that wasn't a tree. Something big and black and ropy, just squatting there, waiting, with ropy arms squirming and reaching. . . It came crawling up the hillside. . . and it was the black thing of my dreams – that black, ropy, slime jelly tree-thing out of the woods. It crawled up and it flowed up on its hoofs and mouths and snaky arms.|
—Robert Bloch, "Notebook Found in a Deserted House"