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[silverliningthe]

Ulthar library, with surveillance, Jesus Sotes (1967)

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[dweemeister]

2022 Movie Odyssey Award for Best Original Song (preliminary results)

TAGGING (yes, even some non-participants who I still would like to invite for the final): @addaellis, @birdsongvelvet, @dog-of-ulthar, @emilylime5, @exlibrisneh, @halfwaythruthedark, @idontknowmuchaboutmovies, @introspectivemeltdown, @maximiliani, @memetoilet, @myluckyerror, @phendranaedge, @plus-low-overthrow, @rawberry101, @rosymeraki-blog, @shootingstarvenator, and @theybecomestories, @umgeschrieben, @underblackwings, and @yellanimal. There will be more invites from other followers not listed here for the final.

Good day everyone,

If you are being tagged in this, that is because you were invited to participate in the 2022 Movie Odyssey Award for Best Original Song's (MOABOS) preliminary round. As usual, I extended the deadline for a little bit of time to procure some last votes. My thanks to you all, even for those who did not participate (I hope you'll be able to participate in the final however!). The email for the final round will be sent very shortly. For newcomers: the final uses a different tabulation than what we used here for the preliminary. That will be explained soon.

A record 36 people cast their rankings in the MOABOS preliminary round. Five people including myself and my sister did both groups; those three others (and the few others who were invited to do two groups but didn't) have been doing MOABOS since or near the beginning.

What follows are the results from both groups. First choices received 10 points, second choices 9 points, third choices 8 points, etc. The top six from each group advanced to the final. Unlike in previous years where I reserved the power to take 0-2 songs that finished outside the automatic qualifiers, there are no such wild cards this year.

If two or more songs tied on points, the tie was broken based on the #1 votes received. If two or more songs were still tied, the tie was broken by average placement on my and my sister's ballot. There is no benefit in the final to "winning" either preliminary group. Other than myself and my sister, three people - all of whom have been doing MOABOS for the longest time - participated in both groups.

The below is formatted: "Song title", film title (total points) / first-place votes. 

GROUP A (21 participants)

“Someone’s Waiting for You”, The Rescuers (142) / 5

“Never Look Back”, Love Me or Leave Me (134) / 2

“No Love, No Nothin'”, The Gang's All Here (118) / 4

“Good Morning”, Babes in Arms (110.5) / 1

“Island in the Sun”, Island in the Sun (109) / 3

“Pillow Talk”, Pillow Talk (101) / 1

“The Lady in the Tutti Frutti Hat”, The Gang's All Here (89.5)

“Pass Me By”, Father Goose (88) / 1

“When You're Next to Me”, A Mighty Wind (84) / 1

“Once Upon a Time in New York City”, Oliver & Company (83) / 3

“Once and For Always”, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court (63)

In Group A, the top song burst out to an early lead, only to be culled back a little bit to make it essentially a group of two heavy hitters and everyone else. On deadline's close, the top six were well clear of the bottom five. "Once Upon a Time in New York City" is a Disney animated canon song that garnered the second-most amount of #1 votes, but it found itself second-to-last, making it the most polarizing song in the group. Instead, Group A rewarded the other Disney song in that group and Doris Day (twice!). For what it's worth Group A participants, I think you got rid of the second-best song from A Mighty Wind (2003). And I'm pleasantly surprised more of you have seen The Rescuers (1977) than I would have predicted!

"Good Morning" is the first song from the classic MGM library to grace the MOABOS final since 2017("I Like Myself" and "Thanks a Lot, But No Thanks" from 1955's It's Always Fair Weather). And Harry Belafonte and Alice Faye make the final on their MOABOS debuts.

GROUP B (20 participants)

“ Why Should I Worry? ”, Oliver & Company (125) / 5

“I'll Never Stop Loving You”, Love Me or Leave Me (121) / 1

“Love Survives”, All Dogs Go to Heaven (113) / 3

“Tomorrow is the Song I Sing”, The Ballad of Cable Hogue (105) / 5

“ A Journey to a Star”, The Gang's All Here (103) / 3

“A Mighty Wind”, A Mighty Wind (95)

“The Sneak Song ”, Robin Robin (93) / 1

“Paducah”, The Gang's All Here (91)

“Roll Up Sailorman”, Big Fella (87) / 1

“Anyone Can See I Love You”, Ladies of the Chorus (83)

“Old Joe's Place”, A Mighty Wind (47) / 1

In Group B, A Mighty Wind, a movie that had three entries in the preliminary round, narrowly avoided a complete wipeout here. In both groups, American folk music (or, at least, a comedic replication of that genre) had its fans, but some very vigorous detractors. The title song from A Mighty Wind qualified for the final round by a margin of two points (and unlike its closest challenger and all other qualifiers into the final round, it did not have a single #1 vote). A nail-biting 10 points separated the sixth place song with the tenth. And like in Group A, Disney (this time in the form of Billy Joel) and Doris Day ruled.

Tying the top song on #1 votes, a fourth place finish for "Tomorrow is the Song I Sing" has to be a bit concerning, as it becomes the most polarizing song in Group B. As history tends to go, "Paducah" joins a list of songs with titles/lyrics about interesting-sounding American towns that won't be winning MOABOS yet again (any "(I've Got a Gal in) Kalamazoo", "Wichita", and the MOABOS-infamous "I Dug a Ditch" fans out there?).

(For newcomers, "I Dug a Ditch" from Thousands Cheer (1943) caused a not-so-insignificant stir among its detractors during the 2019 MOABOS prelim. That year, in the last few hours of voting on the final five rankings submitted, the song was ranked 3rd, 3rd, 5th, 2nd, and 1st - that’s 41 points out of a possible 50. "I Dug a Ditch", which seemed dead and buried only the day before, dug itself out of the hole to make the final.)

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Among the eliminated, I wanted to tip a very tutti frutti hat to Carmen Miranda, one of the brightest stars of the 1940s at the peak of her career at 20th Century Fox. We'll see her again some other day on MOABOS, a phenomenon of a cultural melding all too rare in Hollywood back in those old days.

And a gracious nod to jazz clarinetist Benny Goodman, whose big role in "Paducah" won't be joining us in the final. Goodman, one of the most prominent Jewish entertainers of his day, was perhaps the best jazz clarinetist of all time, and was one of the first to direct a racially integrated jazz band (during an era where that might have been a career killer). Goodman also made strides late in his career in classical music (I'm very fond of his recording ofAaron Copland's Clarinet Concerto).

And like last year, another three cheers to the bass-baritone Paul Robeson. Robeson's outspoken politics on race and imperialism landed Robeson in trouble, which forced him out of Hollywood for a time to make movies in Britain (Big Fellais a British production).

Since the prelim began, three songs I have yet to identify have been awaiting their opposition. However, this was supposed to be four songs awaiting in the final round. Absent from the final round due to the fact I cannot find any video or audio on it is "Nous sommes seuls dans la forêt (We Are Alone in the Forest)” from 1930's Le Million. Unless I (or someone else) can find a video or audio clip of this ASAP, this song will unfortunately have to be considered an honorary mention. One online movie reviewer had a YouTube link to this song, but unfortunately it ran afoul of the Criterion Collection (who handle the film's distribution in North America) some time ago.

Thank you all for participating in the preliminary. I certainly hope you are pumped for the final round that is coming your way on Tuesday, and that you're all enjoying the cinematic and musical adventure and discoveries we are all making!

Bonus music for your enjoyment! 

From two of the Movie Odyssey Award nominees for Best Original Score are two magnificent cues from two probable nominees. The first is "Cody's Flight" from The Rescuers Down Under (1990; yes, the sequel to The Rescuers), composed by Bruce Broughton. The second is "Sonata in Darkness" for solo piano from The Batman (2022), composed by Michael Giacchino.

#Movie Odyssey Award for Best Original Song #MOABOS #2022 Movie Odyssey Awards

[riseofthecommonwoodpile]

Back at it again, another round, this one an absolute fucking banger with seven 9's and 9.5's. Especially good time for ambient music here.

Art Ensemble of Chicago- Reese And The Smooth Ones (8.0/10)

Autopsy- Mental Funeral (9.0/10)

Bill Dixon- Son of Sisyphus (9.0/10)

Birchville Cat Motel- Beautiful Speck Triumph (9.5/10)

Brutal Truth- Need to Control (9.0/10)

Busdriver & Radioinactive with Daedelus- The Weather (8.0/10)

Chu Ishikawa- Tetsuo (7.5/10)

Creeper- Sex, Death & The Infinite Void (7.0/10, deleted from library)

Crossed Out- 1990-1993 (8.5/10)

Daniel Menche- Feral (7.0/10)

Dave Burrell- Echo (8.5/10)

Dean Blunt- Babyfather (8.0/10)

DeepChord- Sommer (8.5/10)

diSEMBOWELMENT- Transcendence Into the Peripheral (8.5/10)

The Ex & Brass Unbound- Enormous Door (7.5/10)

Exhumed- Slaughtercult (8.0/10)

Gnaw Their Tongues- Reeking Pained And Shuddering (7.5/10)

Graham Lambkin / Jason Lescalleet- Air Supply (8.5/10)

Grave- Into the Grave (7.5/10)

Hallmark '87- E P H E M E R A L D R E A M S (8.0/10)

Home&Office- Love What You Do (7.5/10)

Hype Williams- Dior EP (7.5/10)

Hype Williams- High Beams EP (7.0/10)

Incapacitants- The Tongue (8.0/10)

James Ferraro- Sushi (6.5/10, might delete, unsure)

Jeph Jerman- Clothesline / Yard Installation (9.0/10)

Jeph Jerman- Metal Wire & Grass / Beargrass (8.0/10)

The Jesus Lizard- Lash (7.5/10)

Jóhann Jóhannsson- Virðulegu Forsetar (8.5/10)

Junior Kimbrough- God Knows I Tried (8.5/10)

La Monte Young- 31 VII 69 10:26-10:49 PM / 23 VIII 64 2:50:45-3:11 AM [The Black Record] (9.0/10)

Laura Veirs- July Flame (7.5/10)

Lightwave- Mundus Subterraneus (7.5/10)

Luxury Elite- TV Party (6.0/10, deleted from library)

Michael Pisaro- Asleep, Street, Pipes, Tones (8.5/10)

Meshuggah- None (7.5/10)

Miss High Heel- The Family's Hot Daughter (8.5/10)

Neutral Milk Hotel- Ferris Wheel on Fire (7.5/10)

Nmesh / t e l e p a t h テレパシー能力者- ロストエデンへのパス (9.5/10)

Photek- Form & Function (8.0/10)

Prurient- Mater Dolorosa (7.0/10)

Radu Malfatti / Taku Unami- Goat vs. Donkey (8.0/10)

Rorschach- Autopsy (8.5/10)

Slogun- Bloody Roots (8.0/10)

Tom Waits- Small Change (8.0/10)

Ulthar- Providence (8.5/10)

Wasteland Jazz Unit- Drained Vault (7.5/10)

Young American Primitive- Young American Primitive (8.0/10)

仮想夢プラザ- 永遠の視線 (7.5/10)

#music project

[ashethedirector]

General Rules/Info

OOC, this blog is ran by https://ultharequinox.tumblr.com/ and so, uh. Yeah. Anything that's meant for the guy behind this and all is gonna be Ulthar [I go by He/him, and you can also call me Nox, Arthur or Mail.]

Ashe is my Manager-turned-OC after the hyjinks of an RP. You can thank those people for this blog. Even if you aren't a part of that server, you're free to interact!

Ashe is also known as X2, and was the second manager for the corporation. She and Lux (X1) ran the corporation and eventually released the light, only to steal it and use it to make Library of Ruina. Ashe is female, and is a clone of Carmen. Lux is male, and a clone of Ayin (You can tell via their eyes)

Lux *probably* won't be here.

Employee Ashe is. Another Ashe, but is largely disconnected and actually goes by "Ashe Sucali"

RULES

Hate, Racism, Sexist, etc asks won't be answered. They will be plain out deleted and ignored, thank you!

If you don't like Project Moon, just move on! This ain't for you buddy

This blog is open for interaction between other ask blogs (Trust me, it'll be funny)

Just... Like... Don't be weird.

Answers will PROBABLY be sporadic and random.

If posting Fanart through the ask, probably best to send it over to my main. If you're sharing it to Ashe herself, send it here! I can provide a fullbody of both her Manager and Director forms owob

Rules set to change in the future probably, made this at midnight lol

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#ooc post #project moon #lobotomy corporation #library of ruina #ask blog

[godzilla-reads]

The Big List of Cat Literature

Nonfiction Books About Cats

“The Tribe of Tiger” by Elizabeth Marshall Thomas

“On Cats” by Doris Lessing

“Cat Sense” by John Bradshaw

“The Cat: A Natural History” by Sarah Brown

“Secrets of the Cat” by Barbara Holland

“Cathedral Cats” by Richard Surman

“Cat Confidential” by Vicky Halls

Catty Children’s Books

“Splat the Cat” by Rob Scotton

“Six Dinner Sid” by Inga Moore

“Millions of Cats” by  Wanda Gág

“Comet’s Nine Lives” by Jan Brett

“The Tale of Tom Kitten” by Beatrix Potter

“Kitten’s First Full Moon” by Kevin Henkes

“Pete the Cat” by Eric Litwin and James Dean

“They All Saw a Cat” by Brendan Wenzel

“Mog the Forgetful Cat” by Judith Kerr

“The Chinese Siamese Cat” by Amy Tan

Middle Reader Books for Cat Lovers

“Warriors: Into the Wild” by Erin Hunter

“Adventures of a Cat-Whiskered Girl” by Daniel Manus Pinkwater

“Travels of Suki the Adventure Cat” by Martina Gutfreund and Leigh-Anne Ingram

“Royal Rescues: The Naughty Kitten” by Paula Harrison

“Varjak Paw” by S.F. Said

“The Cat Who Came in Off the Roof” by Annie M.G. Schmidt

“Catlantis” by Anna Starobinets 

“Crenshaw” by Katherine Applegate

“Catwings” by Ursula K. Le Guin

“The Witches of Worm” by Zilpha Keatley Snyder

“Carbonel: The King of the Cats” by Barbara Sleigh

Feline Classics

“Classic Cat Stories” edited by Becky Brown

“The Cat in the Hat” by Dr. Seuss

“Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats” by T.S. Eliot

“The Guest Cat” by Takashi Hiraide

“The Black Cat” by Edgar Allan Poe

“The Cats of Ulthar” by H.P. Lovecraft

“Jenny and the Cat Club” by Esther Averill

Cat Literature

“Tailchaser’s Song” by Tad Williams

“Felidae” by Akif  Pirinçci

“Thomasina: The Cat Who Thought She Was God” by Paul Gallico

“How to Tell if Your Cat is Plotting to Kill You” by The Oatmeal

“The Cat Who Could Read Backwards” by Lilian Jackson Braun

“The Book of Night With Moon” by Diane Duane

“Catfantastic” edited by Martin H. Greenberg and Andre Norton

“The Incredible Journey” by Sheila Burnford

“Alfie” by Rachel Wells

“Of Cats and Men” by Sam Kalda

True Cat Stories

“Homer’s Odyssey: A Fearless Feline Tale” by Gwen Cooper

“Dewey: The Small-Town Library Cat Who Touched the World” by Vicki Myron and Bret Witter

“The Dalai Lama’s Cat” by David Michie

“A Street Cat Named Bob: How One Man and His Cat Found Hope On the Streets” by James Bowen

“Cat Stories” by James Herriot

“Making Rounds with Oscar: The Extraordinary Gift of an Ordinary Cat” by David Dosa

“Casper the Commuting Cat: The True Story of the Cat Who Rode the Bus and Stole Our Hearts” by Susan Finden

“Oscar the Bionic Cat” by Kate Allan

“The Cat Inside” by William S. Burroughs

Cat Poetry

“Hate That Cat” by Shannon Creech

“The Owl and the Pussy Cat” by Edward Lear

“I’m Not Sorry: Poems by Cats” by Rosa Silva

“Poetry for Cats: The Definitive Anthology of Distinguished Feline Verse” by Henry Beard

“Cat Poems” by Elizabeth Bishop

“The Great Cat: Poems About Cats” edited by Emily Fragos

“On Cats” by Charles Bukowski

Three Cat Documentaries on Netflix

The Tigers of Scotland (2017)

Catwalk: Tales From the Cat Show Circuit (2018)

#CATS_The_Mewvie (2020)

Famous Authors’ Cats

Mark Twain and Bambino

Ernest Hemingway and Snowball

Stephen King and Smucky

Alice Walker and Frida Kahlo

Doris Lessing and El Magnifico

William S. Burroughs and Smoke

Haruki Murakami and Sundance

#godzilla reads #cats #the big list of cats #the big list of cat books #cat books #books and cats #cats and books #classic cat books #cat literature #cats and literature #book blog #book blurb #reading list #booklist #reading reference #reading resources #bookblr #booknerd #booklover #booklife #booklr #bookworm #bookish

[cardest]

San Francisco playlist

San Francisco  - my favorite city in the world! The bands, the music, the songs are all here, in this playlist I created. I threw in a bit of Sac and went south by San Jose, Monterrey and up past Sausalito. Can we make it to 250 songs? Let me know what bands/songs I left out.

Have I left out a song or a band in this San Francisco playlist? Let me know! Cheers! 

Play the songs here at this link: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1-HLG9q5rZLsqs8EYh6bhu- San Francisco

001 The Dillinger Escape Plan w/Mike Patton -  When Good Dogs Do Bad Things 002 Night flight Orchestra - California Morning 003 Quincy Jones - Call Me Mister Tibbs OST (Main Title) 004 James Taylor Quartet - Dirty Harry theme song 005 Faith No More - Seperation anxiety 006 Streets of San Francisco TV show theme song 007 Santana -  Evil Ways 008 High on Fire -  Electric Messiah 009 Metallica - Disposable Heroes 010 Hammers Of Misfortune -  Dead Revolution 011 Buddy Guy -  Hello San Francisco 012 Faith No More - Jungle 013 Isaac Hayes - Shaft 014 Orange Peels  - Back In San Francisco 015 Idris Ackamoor and the Pyramids - Message To My People 016 Thee Oh Sees - The Dream 017 Merle Haggard - Here In Frisco 018 Audrey Horne -  California 019 Journey -  Lights 020 Death Angel -  Hatred United / United Hate 021 Mel Tor Me - Got The Date On The Golden Gate 022 Duke Ellington -  Tourist Point Of View 023 Sons of Anarchy  - This Life (Sons of Anarchy Theme Song) 024 Larry Graham's Central Station - Earthquake 025 LARD - I Wanna Be A Drug Sniffing Dog 026 Machine Head -  California Bleeding 027 Neurosis -  The Doorway 028 KING WOMAN - Utopia 029 Lalo Schifrin - Magnum Force OST  Main Title 030 Forbidden -  Adapt Or Die 031 DBUK - In San Francisco Bay 032 Jack Name - Werewolf Factory 033 John Carpenter - Theme from "The Fog" 034 Khiis - Saboor 035 Richie Havens -  San Francisco Bay Blues 036 Metallica - Battery 037 Autopsy - charred remains 038 ExTREMITY_-_Crepuscular_Crescendo 039 The Otherside -  Streetcar 040 Quincy Jones - Ironside (TV Theme) 041 Megadeth -  Back in the Day 042 Sly and the Family Stone - Stand! 043 Faith No More -  From Out of Nowhere 044 Willie Hutch-Vampin (The Mack OST 045 Orchid -  Mouths Of Madness 046 Lalo Schifrin - Bullitt OST - On The Way To San Mateo 047 Vince Guaraldi - Woodstock's Dream 048 Fantomas -  4-11-05 049 Violation Wound - Fearmonger + State of Alarm 050 Primus - Those Damned Blue-Collar Tweekers 051 The Flower Pot Men - Let's Go to San Francisco (Part.1-2) 052 Bosse-de-Nage - Crux 053 Rod McKuen - The Beat Generation 054 Dionne Warwick - Do You Know The Way To San Jose 055 The Watchers - Sabbath Highway 056 Possessed - the eyes of horror 057 Scott McKenzie – San Francisco (Be Sure to wear flowers) 058 Tower Of Power -  Oakland Stroke 059 Big Trouble In Little China OST - Pork chop express 060 Vio-lence -  Calling In The Coroner 061 Black Oak Arkansas - The Big Ones Still Coming 062 Mr. Bungle - Love Is a Fist 063 VUUR -  The Fire - San Francisco 064 Testament - The Haunting 065 Electronicat - Frisco Bay 066 Y&T - Mean Streak 067 Thee Oh Sees -  Toe Cutter/Thumb Buster 068 Sweet - California Nights - Promo Clip (OFFICIAL) 069 Sadus - Swallowed In Black 070 Chuck Berry - San Francisco Dues 071 Sammy Hagar - Keep on rockin' 072 Fuzz -  Sleigh Ride 073 Otis Redding - Sittin' on The Dock of the Bay 074 Pleasure Leftits - The Gate 075 BL'AST - Sometimes 076 Santana - Samba de Sausalito 077 Acephalix - Upon This Altar 078 Sun Ra    - Lady With The Golden Stockings 079 Chris Isaak - San Francisco Days 080 Pointer Sisters - How Long (Betcha' Got A Chick On The Side) 081 High On Fire -  Carcosa 082 Will Haven -  When The Walls Close In 083 The Coup -  Laugh/Love/Fuck 084 King Khan - Teeth Are Shite 085 Deafheaven -  Irresistible 086 Glitter Wizard -  Blood of the Serpent 087 Jefferson Airplane -  It's No Secret 088 Cannonball Adderley - This Here 089 The Warlocks -  Can't Come Down 090 Squirmy Sax Man - I Still Believe 091 Acid King - Coming Down from Outer Space 092 George Duke - Sausalito 093 The Lost Boys - Cry Little Sister (Theme From The Lost Boys OST) 094 Betty Davis - [They Say I'm Different] He Was a Big Freak 095 Fever Tree - San Francisco Girls 096 The Dillinger Escape Plan w/ Mike Patton -  Pig Latin 097 Build Them to Break - Lucky Strike 098 Montrose - Rock Candy 099 PRIMUS - THE TOYS GO WINDING DOWN 100 Joe Satriani - Big Bad Moon 101 Sleater Kinney - Jumpers 102 GRUESOME - Dimensions Of Horror 103 Sly & the Family Stone - Everday People 104 Huey Lewis and the News - Back in Time 105 Hammers Of Misfortune - 2 17th Street 106 Jerry Fielding - Prologue _ Main Title (The Enforcer OST) 107 Metal Church - The Dark 108 Deftones - Ohms 109  John Lee Hooker - Frisco Blues 110 DRI - Go Die 111 16th & Valencia Roxy Music- Devendra Banhart, What We Will Be 112 MC Hammer - Too Legit to Quit 113 Dead Kennedys-Police Truck 114 Rancid - Adina 115 San Francisco's Shiver - Up My Sleeve 116 Bernard Herrmann - Vertigo OST - The Bay 117 Faith No More - Last Cup Of Sorrow 118 Blackburn & Snow -  Stranger In a Strange Land 119 The Doobie Brothers - What A Fool Believes 120 The Grateful Dead - Sugar Magnolia 121 Cab Calloway - San Francisco Fan 122 The Charlatans - codine 123 Buck Owens - Want To Live In San Francisco 124 Sleep - Dragonaut 125 Death Angel - 5 Steps Of Freedom 126 Neil Young - Heart of Gold 127 Vastum -  Reveries in Autophagia 128 Dead Kennedys -  Moon Over Marin 129 EchoBrain -  Colder World 130 Riz Ortolani    - Lombard Street   131 Waylon Jennings - San Francisco Mabel Joy   132 Con Funk Shun - Confunkshunizeya 133 Chic - Hes the Greatest Dancer 134 Peace Creep - Radio Free Alcatraz   135 ABBA - Santa Rosa 136 Brian Wilson and Van Dyke Parks - San Fransisco 137 Together Band - California Curl California Girl 138 The Hellers - It's 74 In San Francisco 139 Pat Todd - No Place Like Home 140 Nancy Wilson - I'm Always Drunk In San Francisco (And I Don't Drink At All) 141 Anathema -  San Francisco 142 Blue Cheer -  Fool 143 Exhumed - Gravewalker 144 Darondo - Let My People Go 145 Exodus -  Blood In Blood Out 146 Lalo Schifrin Dirty Harry OST - Scorpios Theme   147 Johnny Cash - Folsom Prison Blues 148 Wild Light - California on my mid 149 Herbie Hancock - Man-child -  Hang Up Your Hang Ups 150 Fantomas -  Spider Baby 151 The Lord Weird Slough Feg -  Headhunter 152 The Animals - San Franciscan Nights 153 Twilight - Dance with Me 154 THE POINTER SISTERS - Yes We Can Can 155 Residents - Hello Skinny 156 CCR HEADCLEANER - Eat This Riff 157 LEON WARE  - Thats Why I Came To California 158 Creedence Clearwater Revival - I Put A Spell On You 159 Comorant - The First Man 160 Bosse-de-Nage  - The Trench 161 Hell Fire - Free Again   162 Riz Ortolani  - Golden Gate Bridge 163 Fleetwood Mac - You Make Loving Fun 164 Uther Pendragon - San Francisco Earthquake 165 Melvins - Zodiac 166 La Luz - California Finally 167 The Wyatt Act - Push 168 Santana - Soul Sacrifice 169 Cheap Trick - On the Radio 170 Electric Wizard -  Venus In Furs 171 Led Zeppelin -  Misty Mountain Hop 172 Tommy Castro - Callin' San Francisco 173 Viscious Rumors - Digital Dictator 174 Ghoul-Off With Their Heads 175 Diesel - Sausalito Summernight (Single Version) 176 Sheila E - A Love Bizarre 177 Starship - Nothings Gonna Stop Us Now 178 Jeffry Osboune - I Really Don't Need No Light 179 Nazareth -  Alcatraz 180 Freak of Nature - Rescue Me 181 Metallica - Crash Course In Brain Surgery 182 10000 Maniacs - Hey Jack Kerouac 183 Faith No More -  Get Out 184  URSA -  Wizard's Path 185 Jefferson Airplane - Aerie (Gang of Eagles) 186 Tower of Power - Just Enough and Too Much 187 Fred Hughes - san francisco is a lonely town 188 Mamaleek - Eating Unblessed Meat 189 Moby Grape - Naked If I Want To 190 Exodus - Metal Command 191 Pig Destroyer - Alcatraz Metaphors 192 the Donnas - You Make Me Hot 193 Hot Tuna - True Religion 194 Heathen - Opiate of the Masses 195 Fanny - Come and Hold Me 196 Sadus - Hands Of Fate 197 Negative Trend - Meathouse 198 Forbidden - Forbidden Evil 199 Spazz - Crush Kill Destroy 200 Testament - The Preacher 201 HEXX - Morbid Reality 202 Vio-Lence - Phobophobia 203 Dead Kennedys - One Way Ticket To Pluto 204 Tom Waits - Get Behind The Mule 205 CRETIN - It 206 RAMONES - Judy Is A Punk 207 Full House - Intro 208 Willie Alexander and the Boom Boom Band - Kerouac 209 Primus - Dirty Drowning Man 210 Wooden Shjips -  Motorbike 211 The Tony Williams Lifetime Ego - Clap City 212 Middle of the Road - Sacramento (A Wonderful Town) 213 Green Day - At the Library 214 Slayer -  Gemini 215 Tetema - Cutlass Eye 216 Defiance - Death Machine 217 Brisco County Jr theme 218 Doug McKechnie - Crazy Ray 219 Ulthar - Furnace Hibernation 220 Mr. Bungle -  ANARCHY UP YOUR ANUS 221 Dirty Ghosts  - Let It Pretend 222 They Might Be Giants - San Francisco (In Situ) 223 Metallica - The Shortest Straw 224 OM - Unitive Knowledge of the Godhead 225 Laaz Rockit - City's Gonna Burn 226 Autopsy - Skullptures 227 Mordred - Spectacle of Fear 228 Sly & the Family Stone - Luv N' Haight 229 Possessed - Seven Churches 230 Machine Head - The Rage to Overcome 231 Thelonius Monk - San Francisco Holiday 232 The Units - The Mission Is Bitchin 233 Del Tha Funkee Homosapien - Mistadobalina 234 Arnocorps - Dead lift 235 The Grateful Dead - The Golden Road 236 DRI - All for nothing 237 Jim Martin - Disco dust 238 Thee Oh Sees - I come from the mountain 239 Death Angel - Discontinued 240 Starship - We Built This City 241 Captured! by Robots - Endless Circle of Bullshit 242 Pins Of Light - My revenge 243 Sun Ra - We Travel the Spaceways 244 Faith No More - caffeine 245 David Lee Roth - Just like paradise 246 San Francisco Fog Horns by Golden Gate Bridge 247 Abscess - Tormented 248 Mortuous - Bitterness 249 Dead Kennedy's - California uber alles 250 Twitch Angry - San Francisco 666 Neurosis - Water Is Not Enough

So, hop on a cable car, grab ice cream at Swenson’s or bark back at the seals down by Pier 39. Catch a Bear’s game at Berkeley and do some squirmy sax moves in the Haight after you down some beers at the Toronado and play my San Fran playlist! Here are the songs in the link: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1-HLG9q5rZLsqs8EYh6bhu-

#san francisco #san francisco playlist #Bay Area Thrash #haightashbury #high on fire #jello biafra #sun ra #metallica #mike patton #exodus #captured! by robots #om #jack kerouac #oakland #neurosis

[animatedamerican]

playlist snoop

I got tagged by @vohalika!

Rules: Put your whole music library on shuffle and share the first 10 songs that come up. Then tag 10 people (or as many as you want).

This was complicated slightly by an inability to get my entire music library into one place, because Spotify sorts local files separately. I decided to go with just local files, which yielded the following:

"Carnival Glass", Seanan McGuire

"Fly", Sugar Ray

"Oh No", Andrew Bird

"Daft Punk Is Playing At My House", LCD Soundsystem

"Molecular Clouds", Frank Hayes

"Party Generation", Dar Williams

"Flower Lady", Iain Matthews (Phil Ochs cover)

"Day-O (The Banana Boat Song)", Harry Belafonte

"Sonuva", Tom Smith

"Archetype Cafe", Talis Kimberley

And then just for fun I decided to do the same with the online collection, and got this:

“I Go Hard”, Gangstagrass

“The Last Snowfall”, Vienna Teng

“Let’s Get It Started”, The Black Eyed Peas

“Brick By Boring Brick”, Paramore

“Lady Freedom”, Eddie From Ohio

“Deja Vu”, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young

“All I Wanna Do”, Sheryl Crow

“Burning Down the House”, Tom Jones & The Cardigans

“View Master”, Ookla the Mok

“Dollar Bill”, Tanglefoot

Yeah, that’s ... pretty close to representative.

Tagging @scribefindegil, @astriiformes, @axonsandsynapses, @dog-of-ulthar, @runonthewater, @ruffboijuliaburnsides, @darkwingdukat,   @kiranwearsscienceblues, @captainlordauditor, and @tanoraqui!

#about me #music #memes #(trackertag)

[bookio]

[ pic ]

The Dunwich horror and other stories (2014) by HP Lovecraft

Four Lovecraft novels made into illustrated short comics by Peter Bergting, Alvaro Tapia, Emelie Östergren and Marcus Ivarsson.

I haven't read HP Lovecraft properly before, tried when i was younger, but his work were difficult to take in - but too mysterious and tempting to leave alone. So i decided to try a softer approach and borrow this comic book collaboration from the library. The novels made into comic are The Shadow over Innsmouth, The Dunwich Horror, The Cats of Ulthar and The Rats in the Walls.

Actually liked all of them! Both story and art style. I feel me and Lovecraft are in the same mood in life right now where we sometimes dream of another mysterious world? 87 pages, 4/5 stars

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Who Killed My Father (2018) by Edouard Louis

Do you ever look back and recollect a childhood memory, a short event? The way someone said something that stuck with you? Someone's behavior you've taken with u all your life? This book is basically that. Edouard Louis dug out his childhood memories of his father and kinda analyzed what those moments are telling him now as a grown up. Really interesting and recognizable. He have organised them in an order of years, and tells us the story of an anonymous man, lost in time and invisible with his struggles. Important message at the end. 89 pages, 5/5 stars

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Beloved Anja (2009) by Anja Kerbel and Lennart Kerbel

Letters sent between the author (when she was nine years old) and her parents during WW2. Anja was sent to a foster home in Sweden while her parents stayed hidden in Belgium and France, trying to survive.

Such a beautiful letter exchange, not sure how she got the hold of her own letters, those she sent away, maybe saved drafts? In her mother's letters you can feel the worry and longing for her daughter, while Anja's letters are filled with naive child glee. Her mother always started the letters "Beloved Anja". Wish there were more info of what's going on during the date stamps, like a side note, not just direct letters without explanation. But we do found out that her parents were taken to camps and murdered when she reached 11 years old.

Anja stayed and grew up in Sweden, later married and got kids. Year 2008 she found the letters and her husband suggested to get them published. 48 pages, 4/5 stars

[mostfacinorous]

Tagged by the delightful @ramblingredrose!

Put your entire music library on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up.

1.  Кустурица - Братья Гримм

2. The Lusty Month of May - Julie Andrews (Camelot)

3. Boys Keep Swinging - David Bowie

4. Career Boy - Dorian Electra

5. Money - That Poppy

6. Mon Combat (Tir nam beo) - La Legende du Roi Arthur cast

7. The Prettiest Girl in School - Anthony Perkins

8. Wie Wird Man Seinen Schatten Los - Drew Sarich

9. Genghis Khan - Miike Snow

10. Skyfall - Adele

tagging @veliseraptor @portraitoftheoddity @ameliarating @bigsciencybrain @xandwyrms @cigaretteburnslikefairylights @dog-of-ulthar @commodorecliche

#now listening #playlist tag #tag meme #wow this list is allll over the place

[ulthxr]

Things I like to know about RP partners

FILL IN:

I like to be called: Vale, Fao My favorite color is: Cosmic Latte (Yellow is cool too) Gender: Trans-guy One thing you should know about me: I am pretty nervous to approach someone openly to plot; so please, approach me! If I do end up interacting; I might appear abit iffy and anxious; that usually clears up. If I follow you, or if you follow me; I probably wanna rp with you! One thing you should know about my muse(s):  Ulthar is a cat with opinions who will be heard, Anthony is that weird kid who lives in the library. Otherwise, Ulthar is abit nicer in comparison to Anthony. First language: English Second language: Latin I live in: UK

HIGHLIGHT:

Age range:  under 13  |  14–17 |  18–22 | 23–25  |  26–29  |  30+ |  70+ Am I okay with NSFW?: yes | no | sometimes My favorite/most common thing to RP is:  angst |  fluff | smut |crack | other OC friendly?:  heck yes |  no  | depends RP blog:  does |  doesn’t  contain OOC posts.

TAGGING:

Very much so stolen from: @eldritch-sanctum tagging: Anyone!

#Mun stuff - ooc #;(oh man here you go ) #;( some f a c t s )

[autolovecraft]

Carter's estate to his soul.

His old servant Parks, who have dared to open it. Likewise was he who guards the Gateway: he who guards the Gateway: he who guards the Gateway: he who—one mist-mad, terrible night in the deepening twilight he had left, and portly. The turbaned figure had now reached the foot, and I were visiting him in a lane off the old Carter place. His little old servant, Parks—who died early in 1930—had been an inner cave. After a strange magic—something, perhaps, which the clawed, snouted race of that hideous night when two had entered. The waves abruptly ceased, and in wistful disjointed memories of Zkauba. Mr. Aspinwall grew doubly apoplectic-faced, side-whiskered, and he knew that in the form of the true dream country he had recently found. I've listened an hour to this foreigner—I've been watching his language. He spoke of stubby little tracks like those of men, or a circle of adepts can make a good test. But his spells were effective, and the gulfs where all dimensions dissolved in the angle of his own clumsily mittened members, evoking a curious, coffin-shaped case and pulled the door shut after it. Certainly, he radiated, and likewise to be tilted simultaneously in order that he knew that they were of memory and imagination only. It was then far in the cryptical Pnakotic fragments, and thickly bearded face. Only later did he mark the starved fancy and mathematics alike. Or perhaps the Guide put it forward a low, pervasive half-impression of sound began to rise and fall in intervals which seemed to have and that the daily life of our universe played and wove and interlaced before him unafraid. He must rest and reflect, and in the hushed evening light and running down the mighty silence, mental and physical, may be able to make earthly reality out of the repellent earth-mammal Carter that something occurred to heighten his imagination in his car at the farther turn, and now he has the damned effrontery to say that the daily life of our world are shapes of darkness that seize and bind. But the key four years the contest had raged, but which seemed to promise escape from life to a body! It wouldn't be pleasant if I took that mask off—let it alone. As time wore on, the gentle churchly faith endeared to him by the cutting of a strange and significant things in Ulthar, beyond forgotten palaces with veined ivory columns that sleep lovely and unbroken under the moon. Then the turbaned figure had now reached the old beliefs; nor ever stopped to think that Old Benijy should still be alive! For the first days of his symbols, and Phillips and de Marigny and Phillips could not think of time with the dreams he had hitherto been able to make earthly reality out of touch with others; and with a certain idea. You, Mr. de Marigny and Phillips were watching him absorbedly.

The world of his lost boyhood—purple panes, Victorian furniture, and still young. Having perceived at last very close to one another or to him. It. There was another shape, too, of three dimensions from the remote, iris-less black eyes behind them blazed dangerously. There was no certain clue. He was not there, and surmounted by cloaked, ill-defined shapes.

Imperceptibly, such things of the indecipherable parchments and queerly figured silver key itself, Messrs. After a strange Hindu, but one leading from Earth and time—being circle, ellipse, parabola nor hyperbola—and each stage of individual being—son, father, grandfather, both in their burrows, and can ask such questions. People remembered what he sought friends, but at no time for fear. In that bizarre room in New England, and the tales of his ego amongst myriads of earthly counterparts inside the First Gate. That face—it isn't a face, but the immemorial lore of Yaddith, for he appealed to me quite early, and consult the tablets of Nhing for advice on what to make us all the Shapes had achieved a further liberation, roving at will send him bodily to any spectrum of our minds. Some of the revealed hand was something long and black … Before the Creole could reach the retreating figure, old Mr. Phillips spoke a harsh, shrill voice. Here, too, was to have it end only a set of pictures in the earthly year of 1928, a sweep of creation that dizzied his senses.

Further than that there had been quick to recognize the genuineness of his mystical pretensions. And it was not a moment, which surrounded him and forced him into his mind revolved on, is but the radiations continued, Carter knew that he wished ever to return.

He prepared a light-wave envelope would be a curved line of gigantic hieroglyphed pedestals more hexagonal than otherwise … As the Hindu as if dazed, making buzzing noises of a high, forbidden mountain in Tartary; while in a discolored parchment, was lean, with its aid—and endless reality seem to have belonged to my cousin, Ernest B. Through his puzzlement a voice piped, and after that he wished ever to return from the wild, haunted cave within a cave, did not dissent when they reached the old Congregational steeple on Central Hill in Kingsport; pink with the mingled wills of all his forebears had once been, and a whole chapter in the solar system and the tripod fumes and swaying arras danced a dance of death. The Boston address from which in turn are cut from forms of four dimensions, which was also somehow in the now drooping and motionless heads faded, while the fumes from the shadow of Gallows Hill just in time, and edging through the twisted-boughed apple orchard to the sight of beings which he showed in relation to one of the year, he said, had found a way to the upper timber-lot! Mr. Phillips laid a hand on the pedestals was vacant, and things he dreamed, and the lonely rustic homestead of his dream-laden sea in the atom's vortex and mystery in the Book of Thoth how terrific utter silence, mental and physical, may be told by Earth's geographers, and where the handkerchief was found. The strange lights seemed to fall upon everything. Then their attention was turned to Aspinwall, as if the wrinkles of long years since he first began to understand dimly why there could, and guessed at only by rare dreamers on the vaguely hexagonal pillar beyond the First Gate, the friendship was forever sealed. Likewise was he aware of existence and yet to know these here woods ain't no fit place to be aware of how he got it! The Being was still content, for thence stretched mystic avenues which seemed to make room for the touch of earth was upon him, and which he wished to sail up the hill where his mother and her fathers before her were born, and there in the boy of 1883, a translation—there was no distinction between boy and man.

Chief among such was this old man he was, as when he reached the old Carter place seemed oddly disturbed, and he contemplated the aggregation in a book of history, people would now and then in the old remembered way past graceful lines of purple hills beyond Arkham are full of the archaic, dream-illusions to the solar system and the shapes on the pedestals commenced a slight, curious swaying in the attic, and found fault with the Foreign Legion, and in the Earth's upper air waiting till daylight came over the cloudy, floor-like yet not without a caricaturish resemblance to the light of that monumental portal, and I know Carter, he had conjured up and commanded? There were awed sessions in libraries amongst the massed lore of Yaddith die only after prolonged cycles.

Travel was only the entity of which Carter had met the stubby little tracks in the cryptical Pnakotic fragments, and he radiated back, and shuddered as the Beyond-the surgings were speaking to him that every figure of space. Marvels are doubly incredible when brought into three dimensions, and how it must be to please an empty herd, he at once confronted and surrounded and pervaded him, leaving him uncertain about his bodily form and about his relationship to the inner worlds are slaves, since with rare exceptions they can not find the metal envelope up the river Oukranos past the gilded spires of Thran, and saw the group of giant elms among which there is no longer! Aspinwall uttered a frightful velocity of motion. He saw also another pedestal, but now the Being surged out in reply, trying to make plain what was then far in the afternoon and get back before dark? Mr. Aspinwall. Indeed, it seemed to fall upon everything. You have the key, he realized, no anguish can arouse the surpassing despair which flows from a scene disliked to a grasp of the Arch-Ancient Buo. It was in deep shadow again, he surmised, was there no satisfaction or fulfillment; for he did so. What you wish, I may as well tell you much—that one of the pilgrim.

Afternoon was far gone when he had seemed the nadir of horror to black, burning, almost iris-less eyes which seemed to hold back the Dholes at the Hindu as if he wished to sail up golden Oukranos, to endure the eon-forgotten past.

Carter hesitated not a moment he thought of words.

He had still been Randolph Carter, and continued in that story.

The half-pictures with uncertain outlines amidst the greater terror than that which had been an inner cave behind the mask? But when he first saw them, in common with earthly life, spoke long and close correspondence with Carter. You see, even though they lay almost beyond his comprehension, he said, had taken on significance when he fled there from Salem to the laws of some corresponding figure of one moment is the writing in a certain store of gold bullion in October, 1930. This time it was largely external—a bodily voyage through nameless eons and across incredible galactic reaches to the copious seepage.

And then suddenly he felt himself wafted into immeasurable depths, with waves of perfumed warmth lapping against his face convulsed with a single red star in a fashion mainly insect-like yet not without a caricaturish resemblance to the north where haunted Arkham and the bulwark of his boyhood visits. As at all, and their demands for faiths contrary to reason and purpose. The convention of assumed pity spilled mawkishness on his prism in awe and half despair, for thence stretched mystic avenues which seemed to rest tall, uncertainly colored miters, strangely suggestive of those letters, and you, boy, so there you are. Accept it, and the lonely rustic homestead of his envelope. That antique silver key at sunset on that which the clawed, snouted denizens, bizarre metal towers, unexplained tunnels, and he felt himself the focal point of an old unopened box with the last two years; but fancied that some unremembered dream must be well over a year, till horror overtook them one midnight in a manner hardly definable, Carter eventually interpreted them in the atom's vortex and mystery in the dimensional seething.

#H.P. Lovecraft #E. Hoffman Price #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Python #Markov chains #THe Silver Key #1926 #Through the Gates of the Silver Key #1932 #1933 #Silver Key week #Randolph Carter

[autolovecraft]

The ship itself, with blackness and shadow between them.

Some day you too may traverse them, for it only till you hear a vague rustling afar off bound for Celephaïs, whither he was in his blanket.

On the walls of slippery onyx. On the following morning the river to its mouth. For know you, and one even nipped loathsomely at his right, and the squat slant-eyed man made certain signs with his shaggy steed, that daemon-light. They did not wear any wigs or headpieces after all. For the horned fliers vanished at once a horde of lunar fungi, which has the stairs leading up to that which is set with its pillar of flame to the foot of the void save aloft where the eidolon Lathi reigns; the mountain Ngranek, which is wholly yours; having built out of earshot, and knew that hopeless labyrinths of stone with an ease and abandon he could never tell what Cyclopean stairs and out of the dancers became tinged with a secret studio in an arc which would, unless suddenly interrupted or deflected, bring him after a moment the fear of Shantaks for night-gaunt would seize and pull its quivering pink tentacles; which was once the yak whose great wide prints told of bats or urhags or less mentionable presences haunting the endless blackness. Too well had Nyarlathotep marked out the stars, or whether the rumor were only a few moments he regretted his thoughtless haste, and like them are blind and mindless and terrible goal of convergence beyond the filigreed balconies and tessellated courts of simple Ulthar. They did not lose consciousness or even approximately men, and possessed of singular hungers and thirsts Onward unswerving and relentless, flapping its great slippery length which grew alternately convex and concave with wriggling; and elephant caravans have glimpsed them from the north they would meet no horrors worse than those seaward lands he had once been railed with balusters of onyx steps go down to the cavern of flame and the vessel reeled in the old chief of the thing which Carter cast at once that man could truly tell nothing. So the ghoul that was Pickman now went below and returned, only one who had scaled a great concave arc from the traders and drivers of lumbering onyx-carts along the banks that they could discern nothing upon it, and in the huge features on the black galleys and their almost-humans on deck and discussing models of approach and procedure. Full twenty feet they reared their grotesque and unbroken, where are the taverns of Celephaïs, in Ooth-Nargai, but save for Carter, however, helped greatly in the fray. A blessed haze lies upon all this in finding the gods. Then he glimpsed the oily waves of tense expectancy. Pickman had glibbered an order of withdrawal, and know that the figures of the great ring of carven mountains stand guard. Vistas of distant Dylath-Leen; only these herds, being without turbans or shoes or clothing, did not appear likely that this desert led around the ghoulish physiognomy that its sides sped by them dizzily as they flashed their seven colors in the dark. He was a Saxon from Boston, and the blessed soil of the fields to Nir and the rocky path sloping down before him; but of definite data they had become he asked them no more, but the moonbeasts and almost-humans screamed, and Carter could see they held many latent memories of their sires the Great Ones. Threading now the outward-hanging rock, the onyx streets of Inquanok, or of the vessel reeled in the greater phosphorescence of the evil flame. Meanwhile he did not scream at the inconspicuous Zoogs that crept through the empty spaces toward other regions of dream dimensions have strange properties. Still higher flew the black flutterers would drop a toadlike prisoner from aloft to say because both were old dreamers and well versed in the cold desert to the library where Kuranes, indeed, had not stayed squatting in that peculiar place where the river. The wounded were placed on bunks in the end of its crew. Then the figured silk slipped a trifle, and chanting voices. It seems that these cottages had no windows at all to mark a vast central plaza swarming with militant ghouls and night-gaunts landed on a new peril beset him. True, they decided, over which the ghouls into three parties, one could grasp details only little by little the floor of the moon was very beautiful, with the flame of Ired-Naa from the mindless, with Baharna's stone terraces behind them, unless suddenly interrupted or deflected, bring him after a while the captain sailed hack to Dylath-Leen, or because of the old cat said that subterrene paths connect the lodges by the quarry and lost no time in dreamland; so in the fury of battle-scars was a very old man among them said it would presently appear in full-length silhouette.

Then, when your nurse first wheeled you out in the end Carter was locked into a great ship riding at anchor, and some of which they hastened to do with many a sullen backward glance. Dylath-Leen's sea taverns; but scarce had he breathed in half relief when a new impression began beating upon his feet in the enchanted wood of titan trees, since the large rough features on Ngranek in far-off singing in the army flew, till nothing stood out any longer against the starry pshent that glowed malevolently at the great stream and the Great Abyss whom even the night-gaunts, who had scaled a great half circle they reached, and Carter knew that they go out in the cold blue glare of boreal Vega; looking but once behind him, while the great bronze statues on the skyline ahead, thereafter rising steadily as they shot upward, and the cloud of smothering fur and a gate with a central space which cats do not pause near that expansive slab with its lion-guarded gate to the onyx castle atop unknown Kadath, and was stopped by a gratitude and satisfaction beyond words, Carter went downstairs and learned that his ancient friendship with the shakings of that sombre stone, and when upon awaking once he stumbled over a step for which the fight became a hand-to-hand contest of what those howlings meant. Once in a camp of quarry men whose flickering fires cast weird reflections on the crags and the ocean rose in hills, and conventions, and to the monstrous moon-things made never a cheering purr or a monastery. The earth has no power to cope with, but had a very terrible outline of something noxiously thin and horned and cyclopean bats. Then he shouldered his pack and strode on toward Ngranek, thinly covered with demonic carvings and in the taverns and traded onyx for the moon as the army that no stop had been hewn in forgotten boreal kingdoms and borne away into the frescoed labyrinths, racing this way and that night-gaunts. Then, when the rest and bearing back piquant tales to one with whom he had it not been elsewhere busy, and narrow, all but the kin of such as he walked through the oaks of a great street of Nir, and its dreamland. Dawn found the seeker; and soon afterward he came in dark ships no cat can endure the gray twilight of the ultimate cataract swelled portentous from ahead. Accordingly he spoke of the Great Ones will hear and know that they had become a swarm.

Spells of the rugged conical mass. These matters disposed of a surety vigilant in guarding the top in tangles of cloud a gray Gothic manor-house of stone looking on his chest. Then rose the uncouth stones of Sarkomand, dispatching a messenger for enough night-gaunts whereby they explained the loss of the horned fliers vanished at once into the harbour past the jagged gray peaks whose tops were lost in the light more closely, and so full of unseen things which felt like layers of bones about him, and little by little. Lights shone through grated and balconied windows, and tremendously impressive to watch the whole city in the symmetries of the temple tower above, but that most measureless of mountains was not a scrap of provisions was ever sent aboard.

#H.P. Lovecraft #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Python #Markov chains #The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath #1926 #The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath week

[autolovecraft]

Kuranes, indeed, had strayed into that incredible garden.

Carter now began to fly off into the air of the helplessly wind-sucked party. That night the moon.

It was lucky that no man visits. For through the bronze of the tiled streets and black doorways which marked olden wrath of the ghouls had been drawn screaming into the low arched doorway of that incredible city he walked through the onyx castle. All through the air. At the door above them, and at best an unpleasant companion for man. The whining of those thicker fungi revealed a sinister, bearing the slate gravestone of Col. Dylath-Leen; only the instant need to get there they knew nothing.

And in that redoubtable wood of monstrous trees, and basins along the sea, and climbed the terraces among gardens set out through the night. Twelve young Zoogs of noble families were taken as hostages to be distributed impartially amongst the Dholes crawl and burrow the enormous Dholes; but he feared to think of the ruins around them. And there is in your marvelous city. These objects were waddling busily about the roads thither. Then, just as he could not guide him if they would regard a guest in his conversation. Far above the clouds beneath. The groping dizziness of space and picked his way up. Of these men the sailors knew not much more than a Dhole, so the party which had dissolved his goodly cohorts.

And sweet bells pealed in the size and shape of it as a gargoyle peers over a great concave arc from the stars some subtle northward urge.

Once a van was hitched and driven off, since it blotted out all the wild strength of fear whose terrors yet could not doubt; and when he saw dark shapes outlined against them. Yet lofty as they licked their chops with unusual gusto, and that when the light. They glibbered certain simple orders to the library where Kuranes, clad in a series of surprise attacks and forcing them to approach so closely together that only one sparsely manned tier of oars moved too briskly and accurately and vigorously to be shewn the great gaunt sides of a northern night shining sickly above him, and Celephaïs. And in that army was, that fanfare of supernal trumpets and clash of immortal cymbals, that warning was soon overborne by the timid waterfront cats of Ulthar a proper chance to drill and mobilize.

And during his week of waiting he talked more with the ghouls on the hills and converse with Carter in grunts and monosyllables, helped out now and then from some point not well to look, and when the Gugs sleep and they were above him the goal of all outdoors, and descend at once consulted with his shaggy steed, and at intervals lone huts of Esquimaux. Thick though the words came to match the golden glory on temples and colonnades, and hurried him on the outside of the uncomfortable merchants of the cats through space was very calm. In the morning before he heard their homely, friendly cry, and extended a languid paw as his lips opened he heard a monstrous Shantak, led by a glare of purple light in the ancient taverns. After ten minutes he saw a curious vibrating mass of short pink tentacles; which was clearly a foretaste of the dusk promised a full night ahead for travel. In their right hands were crystal wands whose tips were carven into double-headed, with the young face of an awful climb through lunar countryside beyond, and the masters were not remiss. Of what lay inside that prodigious peak of Ngranek on the skyline ahead, the ghouls and the swelling meeps of the enemy might come in and scold him because he liked the graceful cats afford space enough. Elsewhere, however, all opening on an ivory dais in a moment he fancied were titanic flappings and whirrings. Before no golden dais had Randolph Carter fell through those endless voids of sentient blackness he fell. The wharves reached wide outside the city where meadows roll gracefully up from the enchanted wood. Then, upon a signal to proceed again. He could not turn round, yet to Carter. Then he lay in the waking world. Ghouls meeped in unison and began glibbering orders to the night-gaunts their simple instructions, while the third blast had died chucklingly away Randolph Carter, boarded the galleon made fast while the land was getting higher, and would sing of far things, and as Carter climbed farther and farther within the cavern.

They have forgotten the high walls and creaking well-loved child of a blasted and tenantless world.

The next day he searched all along been kept upon him, where traders rest and miners tell their tales, and covering an acre of ground glass. Silently they shambled over that rough rock pavement, hearing with disgust the abominable muffled snortings from great black-beamed ceilings and casements of greenish bull's-eye panes. And on the evening of the helplessly wind-swept plateau of horror Carter saw that it lies in ethereal space beyond where the peak of Ngranek, though that is not over unknown seas but back over well-known years that your gold and little by little. The mountain's side, too, had warned him never to approach the ultimate cataract swelled portentous from ahead. Sometimes he walked through the flume-like strait and into the throne-room with his friend King Kuranes whom Carter had given him that the blunt-snouted moonbeasts were totally unprepared. But before that unfortunate Gug could emerge from that wriggling, silk-robed sentry till he had himself well in the latter retreated through the northern twilight to their haunts on unknown Kadath whom he had fallen.

Aa-shanta 'nygh!

Cool vales in Concord, cobbled lands in Portsmouth, twilight bends of rustic New Hampshire roads where giant elms half hide white farmhouse gables peeped out from the gates of that flute and the answer of the galley drew closer and closer to that austere and reticent cotter he was shooting dizzily downward in the friable stone, and was told that a certain height the presence of cats in orderly array. Pickman advised Carter either to the Gate of Deeper Slumber and the marvelous sunset city which is built mostly of basalt, where of old times, having much to say, he had to strain hard to find Sarkomand and the warriors. The path now contracted between sable and glistening walls, temples, colonnades and arched bridges of veined marble, silver-basined fountains, you need only to potent and mystical, behind which lay forbidden ways into the wood, and the priest was reasonably versed in their conquest of the authentic race of the cat, and that the creature into a land party and a gray barren plain whereon at great distances shone little feeble fires of the six sphinx-crowned gates and titan stones and monstrous winged lions against the southern side within a quarter of the winged hunter sought to reach, deeming it likely that the sight of those unseen rowers steered not for an instant did the stench of the headland. Night fell, and drew out the eastern gate and across all those leagues of pasture land, and pausing not at all; nor is it unwhispered that deep place that simple folk say splendid Cathuria lies, nor did they feel any deterring awe at the jagged rock in awe; for they realize that all the heroes of the city of a large tribute of grouse, quail, and dawn and dusk alike strode forth prophetic to the cavern, the evilly hungry way in which the south; but he feared to think it was possibly set up for, and asked of his nightmare company when there rang without warning through that enchanted wood to find Sarkomand and its rapid bobbing flight through the sinister hatches.

The glow rose and fell fitfully, flickering with a yak and stood grinning before the coming of that galley's stay one of the headlands into the throne-room of the great carven face like those of the ghouls imagine that the ship set sail once more will earth's gods and they were through themselves, or perhaps even more horrible than those he had learned concerning night-gaunts are altogether fabulous. In this low fanfare echoed all the hurtling army be dashed to pieces on the wharves are not beyond a mortal's power to tarnish or destroy. For many leagues the banks as that shocking final peril which gibbers unmentionably outside the cemetery, rose the gentle hills behind the stars, and knew it had been. At still lower levels the death-fires in the old man among them said it would almost be better to meet a Dhole or even capture some young god himself, disguised and dwelling amongst men. To bring him thither without trouble; high above the wharves, and the Little Bear as they rode west and he did not like the horned, hooved, and after a long wait a ghoul softly glibbered that Gugs have no faces, and had it taut in his fancy. Of Kadath the flutterers of the ruins around them.

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