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But my God, Jones, it was not just pasta. This thing... [Jul. 24th, 2010|12:41 am]
The American Caliban
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Rising from the waves atop a misshapen city of impossible angles and mind-snapping vistas, tentacles the size of ships writhing in ichor, great bellowing leathery wings blasting fetid gales, and an unspeakably alien head bulging with eyes, mouths, and unnameable gaping maws: some refrigerator pasta.


[User Picture]From: kafkateer
2010-07-24 11:08 am (UTC)
just don't eat the old ones, they don't taste so great.

man that was so dumb and terrible that i don't even think it deserves a sad trombone noise
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[User Picture]From: kafkateer
2010-07-24 04:44 pm (UTC)

you are too kind!

much much much too kind
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[User Picture]From: flw
2010-07-24 12:42 pm (UTC)
Lovecraft loved "ethnic" foods, including pasta.
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[User Picture]From: gcrumb
2010-07-25 02:32 am (UTC)
Well, gnocch me over with a feather!
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