Friday, April 08, 2005

On arrival at work yesterday morning, I found an enigmatic message in my voicemail. Took a few repetitions to figure out what the heck it was - turned out to be Pablo on his annual recording session at Prospect Hill Park.

My roommate doesn't understand our fascination as he grew up next to a pond. I know that his brother absolutely detests these guys as a result.


Update - another enigmatic message from Pablo:

Detestation for the peepers:

"That shocking final peril which gibbers unmentionably outside the ordered universe, where no dreams reach; that last amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the centre of all infinity - the boundless daemon sultan Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin, monotonous whine of accursed flutes; to which detestable pounding and piping dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic Ultimate gods, the blind, voiceless, tenebrous, mindless Other gods whose soul and messenger is the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep."

From The Dream Quest of Unknown Kadath

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