Monday, April 09, 2007


I have examined maps of the city with the greatest care,
The old object that had made the sculptors dream.
Cautious investigators will hasten to challenge the common belief.
You needn't think I'm crazy!
It is true that I have sent six bullets through the head of my best friend,
A cold and unyielding surface of polished glass.
There was thunder in the air.
After twenty-two years of nightmare and terror
The three lobed burning eye.
The most merciful thing in the world;
Words in the English language in my own handwriting.

(Collage of first and last lines from HP Lovecraft)