Halloween Party, Tonight!!!

*watches you spike the punch* *waits til you leave and starts looking around* (Who was that guy?) *gets up and walks over to the punch* *gets eye level with the punch* *stands up and looks around* (Should we call the police?) Ah! *rubs chin* *takes a big spoonful of punch and pours it into a cup* *drinks that lovin' spoonful down to the last drop*

 

Just put a bottle of Jack in my hand and I'll show myself to the nearest quiet lonely corner

 

a green furred alien anthro cat grabs a cup of pumpkin spice espresso. and looking for a place to sit. i spy with my little eye, and empty pumpkin looking bean bag chair to sit on and do so.
also grabbed a chocolate chip pumpkin mini-muffin, but otherwise saving my apatite for the main buffet. i'll take my turn greating the little gobblings at the door, AFTER i get my gut around some of that turkey and stuffing with lots of cream of mushroom gravy.

i don't know as much about parties as houses and trains and forests and little furry creatures. i won't be pouncing anyone by i'm open for hugs if anyone wants to.
i can modify my appearance slowly and in small ways, just as long as no one wants me to look like anything human.
i don't look particularly scary, unless people think a friendly human size cat on two legs does.

i see somebody has a holo-projector set up. those are always fun, along with all the lighting outside of the kitchen being u.v. and lots of glow in the dark posters all over the place.
someone is playing run definetely run, (a furry metal band) on the stereo, which is ok because i'm wearing ear protection. i do hope they change it for something spookier and mellower.
maybe go back to that kid stuff, or the bettlejuce soundtrack.

u.v. lavalamps, that's cool. brings back very wonderful memories.

 

Nor is it to be thought that man is either the oldest or the last of earth's masters, or that the common bulk of life and substance walks alone. The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them, They walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen. Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through again. He knows where They have trod earth's fields, and where They still tread them, and why no one can behold Them as They tread. By Their smell can men sometimes know Them near, but of Their semblance can no man know, saving only in the features of those They have begotten on mankind; and of those are there many sorts, differing in likeness from man's truest eidolon to that shape without sight or substance which is Them. They walk unseen and foul in lonely places where the Words have been spoken and the Rites howled through at their Seasons. The wind gibbers with Their voices, and the earth mutters with Their consciousness. They bend the forest and crush the city, yet may not forest or city behold the hand that smites. Kadath in the cold waste hath known Them, and what man knows Kadath? The ice desert of the South and the sunken isles of Ocean hold stones whereon Their seal is engraven, but who hath seen the deep frozen city or the sealed tower long garlanded with seaweed and barnacles? Great Cthulhu is Their cousin, yet can he spy Them only dimly. Iä! Shub-Niggurath! As a foulness shall ye know Them. Their hand is at your throats, yet ye see Them not; and Their habitation is even one with your guarded threshold. Yog-Sothoth is the key to the gate, whereby the spheres meet. Man rules now where They ruled once; They shall soon rule where man rules now. After summer is winter, and after winter summer. They wait patient and potent, for here shall They reign again


- Dunwich Horror

 

A little Halloween Dance Music

 

staby staby stab stab

 

Michael will work on Halloween. Be careful

 

Judith like all independent and overly promiscuous teenage girls back in the 1970 and 80s if you slept with your boyfriend out of wedlock,
you were certain to be killed by a crazed psychopathic killer, even if that killer turned out to be your younger brother.

 

Chants 'Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth!'

 

How is it going, my friend?

 

It was an All-in-One and One-in-All of limitless being and self — not merely a thing of one Space-Time continuum, but allied to the ultimate animating essence of existence's whole unbounded sweep — the last, utter sweep which has no confines and which outreaches fancy and mathematics alike. It was perhaps that which certain secret cults of earth have whispered of as Yog-Sothoth, and which has been a deity under other names; that which the crustaceans of Yuggoth worship as the Beyond-One, and which the vaporous brains of the spiral nebulae know by an untranslatable Sign...

"Almost nobody dances sober, unless they happen to be insane".

attributed to H. P. Lovecraft (but likely a Cicero quote)

 

I'm not insane and I ONLY dance sober because I actually feel more inhibited if I drink, because I know my coordination is impaired and I'm more likely to look like an idiot.

 

'almost nobody'