For some things, my friends, there are no words. The soulless perversions, both polymorphous and (shockingly) amorphous, of the cosmic aberration which is Cthulhu know bondage neither in space nor in time, nor in any other dimension either dreamed or measured.
Here, my friends, is proof. Cover your eyes and turn away, rather than click on and be damned.
Here be dragons.
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How do I order wall-to-wall this?
Pretty sweet, eh? I bet you want that pattern for yourselves! Yes, this would be a big step up from my current carpeting pattern, a graphically similar arrangement of old Vanity Fair magazines.
That shot is part of an awesome series of shots of migrating cow-nosed rays (not the Steve Irwin-killing kind) taken off Mexico by Sandra Critelli, an amateur photographer, which I found through a very roundabout way via the SwimAtOwnRisk blog.
Ah, who doesn’t love finger foods? With my birthday just a wee tad over one slim month away, I’ve been looking around for suitable refreshments for my Friki Tiki birthday party (goth/tiki, you’re all invited! Bring booze!) And here we have just the thing: first up, Lochmann’s caramel-filled cuttlefish from Dr Boli‘s smorgasbord of demented delights:
If that doesn’t satisfy your craving for cephalopods and/or creepy-crawlies (is hyphenated, yes? no? but yes?), try a few of these, from the kitschy kitchen of Tacky Raccoons:
Bone A Pet Tit!
This is a subject with which I have an intimate degree of familiarity, so I do not hesitate to post this explosive photo here. I can has immodium?
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