3 thoughts on “Candle in Tentacle 1990”

  1. I think it’s a little scared, honestly. It’s got those crazy bug eyes you get when you’re living in a wooden cabin out in the midwest and you hear a noise and go downstairs and there’s some hideous, lanky, dry-peach-skinned thing skittering or striding along outside like some terrible parody of a tks’ke’likal fishing at the river, topped by a ragged mane of this collagen fibers and stiff nodules anchored at random, bilaterally symmetrical points along its body, as if it had a calcium mantle broken into pieces, a dreaded conglomeration of musculature arranged like a madman’s pulley apparatus… and it’s staring into the window.

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