The Full Moon Grinning On The Black Mire At Midnight

Interstitiality

Phibes Vibes

He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you.

Friedrich Nietzsche

Monster

It was a terrible, indescribable thing vaster than any subway train—a shapeless congeries of protoplasmic bubbles, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyes forming and un-forming as pustules of greenish light all over the tunnel-filling front that bore down upon us, crushing the frantic penguins and slithering over the glistening floor that it and its kind had swept so evilly free of all litter.

HP Lovecraft

The Shapeless Thing That Cannot Be Named

Out of what crypt the crawl, I cannot tell,
But every night I see the rubbery things,
Black, horned, and slender, with membranous wings,
They come in legions on the north wind’s swell
With obscene clutch that titillates and stings,
Snatching me off on monstrous voyagings
To grey worlds hidden deep in nightmare’s well.

Over the jagged peaks of Thok they sweep,
Heedless of all the cries I try to make,
And down the nether pits to that foul lake
Where the puffed shoggoths splash in doubtful sleep.
But ho! If only they would make some sound,
Or wear a face where faces should be found!
HP Lovecraft

Night Gaunts

Sacred Moon

Just a few synths hangin' out and havin' a conversation. Things get a little heated.

The Inevitablility Machine

Deep in the earth grow the organic roots of this electronic ambient tree-ack

Cody K Scott