Horror High

so i've been pretty busy lately...doing what you ask? none of your goddamn business, suffice to say, i haven't had much time for blogging lately...i would apologize but i know that no one cares, myself included, so im not sorry....anyway, heres a little poem i wrote about two of my favorite things...Lovecraft and getting fucked up....its called Horror High...i hope ya hate it...

so you've been wondering what to do with the rest of your rotten life

you're sick of everything and you'll never find a wife

but before you go ahead and kill your stupid fucking self

let me show you how to best play the hand that you've been dealt

smoke weed and worship Cthulhu

take a shot of Jager and hail Pazuzu

crack open a beer and make a toast to Yog Sothoth

snort a line of powder in the name of Azathoth

drop a hit of acid and reach the top of Kadath

share a joint with Randolph Carter

and make the ancient dreamer cough

watch the Colours Out Of Space

as they swirl in the sky

hitch a ride with a Night-Gaunt

and get really fucking high!

take a boatride down to Innsmouth

and inspect the local pubs

party with the Deep Ones

you know them fish-frogs got the nuggs

tripping fucking balls

you reach the Plains Of Leng

here you'll come to witness

The Thing That Should Not Be

all sanity has been lost

and theres only one hope

summon the mighty Windwalker

Ithaqua bring the coke!

now you're racing across the frozen tundras of Hyperborea

Cthulhu fused, drug induced, Lovecraftian euphoria