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#JohnDeLaughter🦑#HAPPILYMARRIED🔍🕵Amazon amzn.to/2r3Qbb1🎨#Author #HorrorArt credited to the Artist; not my art! #HPLovecraft #HRGiger #Scifi
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🦑With it shall go my own sanity. I have looked upon a universe of horror & even the skies of spring & the flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me. Cthulhu still lives in that chasm of stone which has shielded him since time began🎨Dmitriy Legoshin🦑#HPLovecraft

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🕺On the floor of Tokyo
Or down in London town to gogo
With the record selection
And the mirror's reflection
I'm dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
Well there's nothing to lose
And there's nothing to prove
I'll be dancing with myself
🎨Gregory Hergert🕺#BillyIdol

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🦑“I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.”🎨Art: Omen North🦑#HPLovecraft

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🦑Oh, my Gawd, that haff face with the red eyes an’ crinkly albino hair, an’ no chin, like the Whateleys. It was a octopus kind o’ thing, but they was a haff-shaped man’s face on top of it, an’ it looked like Wizard Whateley’s, only it's yards acrost🎨Helge C Balzer🦑#HPLovecraft

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💀This blast brought a great shaft of light from the stone building, & in another moment, came the second signal ordering a general invasion & a subdued prattle of musketry followed by a horrible roaring cry, “Waaaahrrrrr—R’waaahrrr”🎨Par Olofsson💀#HPLovecraft

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🦇Bats is the belfry appears not to be my problem...🎨Edgar Allan Poe by David G. Forés-Un tipo ilustrado🦇#Lovecraft

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💀"The Bride of Frankenstein" (1935)🕯art by Manuel Sanjulián💀#BorisKarloff

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🦑Bigger’n a barn, all made o’ squirmin’ ropes, hull thing sort o’ shaped like a hen’s egg, with dozens o’ legs like hogsheads that haff shut up when they step—all like jelly, an’ great bulgin’ eyes all over it, an’ Gawd—that haff face on top!🎨Ken Pascual🦑#HPLovecraft

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🕷️Then the Unlight of Ungoliant rose up even to the roots of the trees & Melkor sprang upon the mound; & with his black spear he smote each Tree to its core, wounded them deep & their sap poured forth as it were their blood & was spilled upon the ground🎨Helge C Balzer🕷️#Tolkien

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