my amazing wife went to the farmer's market share at her office today. amongst the usual assortment of greens, eggs and cheeses her fingers seemed drawn toward one very unusual item. darkness clouded her eyes. the echoed footsteps and voices bouncing from the walls in the crowded room muffled into silence. no longer in control of her actions, she made the purchase.
entering the house this evening with a dazed look on her face, she handed me the cardboard box, climbed the staircase and lay down on our bed with shoes still tied to her feet. confused, i began to put away the brussel sprouts and potatoes. suddenly filled with deep fear. not for myself, but for all history.
it stood alone in the sink staring up at me. a hiden relic from a forgoten age. a demon veggie preparing to rise once again from the depths ry'leh. picked by this local farmer wanting nothing more than to sell the fruits of his labor to the town and city folk for nourishment. instead spreading the roots of evil and destruction.
prostrate yourself before...
entering the house this evening with a dazed look on her face, she handed me the cardboard box, climbed the staircase and lay down on our bed with shoes still tied to her feet. confused, i began to put away the brussel sprouts and potatoes. suddenly filled with deep fear. not for myself, but for all history.
it stood alone in the sink staring up at me. a hiden relic from a forgoten age. a demon veggie preparing to rise once again from the depths ry'leh. picked by this local farmer wanting nothing more than to sell the fruits of his labor to the town and city folk for nourishment. instead spreading the roots of evil and destruction.
prostrate yourself before...
the carrot of cthulhu