The Sweetheart of the Heartland has informed her adoring public that there is a "library scented" perfume named, in a creative ferment, "In the Library". Hmmm... how about a perfume like "In the Labyrinth", smelling of slime poison and prootwaddle sweat?
Barring that, how about an "In the Miskatonic Library" variation, with the scent of old parchment and lemon oil underlaid with the faintest hint of *****SPOILER WARNING***** deliquescing Wilbur Whateley?
My friend Margaret got me hip to the Mountain Goats' Lovecraft in Brooklyn, which deals with alienation (Lovecraft lived in Brooklyn while he was married to Sonia Greene, and was apparently very unhappy while he lived there). His Brooklyn idyll resulted in his short story Horror at Red Hook, which was probably inspired by a spleen sandwich.
In looking up a link for Lovecraft in Brooklyn, I saw a website for Lovecraft Biofuels, which gives me hope that we'll be able to kick the fossil fuels and transition to shoggoth based energy systems.
*Oddly enough, not a political post...
Awwww. *blush*
ReplyDelete"Lovecraft in Brooklyn" is one of my favorite Mountain Goats songs. I fucking love the part where he sings "I woke up afraid of my own shadow/like, genuinely afraid".
and transition to shoggoth based energy systems
ReplyDeleteEffluence of miasmal gases? NOT IN MY BACK YARD.
...and shuddered at their peculiar ecstasy and abandon despite the commonness of weird orgies in that sodden section.
ReplyDeleteYeah that's Brooklyn!
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You Shall Know Them by a Foulness*
ReplyDeleteSir, I believe I am insulted.
Spleen sandwich at Ferdinando's?
ReplyDeleteEffluence of miasmal gases? NOT IN MY BACK YARD.
ReplyDeleteVeiled Goatse reference.
Awwww. *blush*
ReplyDeleteWe tip the hat when it needs tipping.
Sir, I believe I am insulted.
Hey, I didn't make a moral judgment, just an olfactory one!
Spleen sandwich at Ferdinando's?
My very favorite... Ferdinando's was open when HPL lived in NYC.
Sir, a spleen sammich cannot inspire anything but not horror, Sir.
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