Thursday, April 28, 2016

They are the Mothers!
Do you fear?
The Mothers! Mothers! Strange the word I hear

The details of hipster fermentation, if done properly, are even ickier than I realised:
I don't remember that from the Philip Jose Farmer story.
Here, it seemed, was the ultimate source of all miscreation and abomination. For the gray mass quobbed and quivered, and swelled perpetually; and from it, in manifold fission, were spawned the anatomies that crept away on every side through the grotto. There were things like bodiless legs or arms that flailed in the slime, or heads that rolled, or floundering bellies with fishes' fins; and all manner of things malformed and monstrous, that grew in size as they departed from the neighborhood of Abhoth. And those that swam not swiftly ashore when they fell into the pool from Abhoth, were devoured by mouths that gaped in the parent bulk.


M. Bouffant said...

Obligatory &/or merely relevant.

H. Rumbold, Master Barber said...

What is your position on adulteration with vinegar eels?

OBS said...

So I guess I should be more worried than normal that it's "Mom's Weekend" here at the university, huh?

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...


Smut Clyde said...

What is your position on adulteration with vinegar eels?
Seated. Aboard a hovercraft.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Just make sure your Hardon Colliders have Ferret-ay cages.

rhwombat said...

ittdgy: pop goes the weasel!