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A Garden
By H. P. Lovecraft

------=-O-=------
There’s an ancient, ancient garden that I see sometimes in dreams,
Where the very Maytime sunlight plays and glows with spectral gleams;
Where the gaudy-tinted blossoms seem to wither into grey,
And the crumbling walls and pillars waken thoughts of yesterday.
There are vines in nooks and crannies, and there’s moss about the pool,
And the tangled weedy thicket chokes the arbour dark and cool:
In the silent sunken pathways springs an herbage sparse and spare,
Where the musty scent of dead things dulls the fragrance of the air.
There is not a living creature in the lonely space around,
And the hedge-encompass’d quiet never echoes to a sound.
As I walk, and wait, and listen, I will often seek to find
When it was I knew that garden in an age long left behind;
I will oft conjure a vision of a day that is no more,
As I gaze upon the grey, grey scenes I feel I knew before.
Then a sadness settles o’er me, and a tremor seems to start:
For I know the flow’rs are shrivell’d hopes—the garden is my heart!

I found this and it made me think of how much I want his book. I really want to read Call of Cthulhu
 
Just finished touring Murray State. I may end up going there, but I'm not for sure yet. Probably either there or the University of Evansville.
 


Yup, more pub awards.
 
A Garden
By H. P. Lovecraft

------=-O-=------
There’s an ancient, ancient garden that I see sometimes in dreams,
Where the very Maytime sunlight plays and glows with spectral gleams;
Where the gaudy-tinted blossoms seem to wither into grey,
And the crumbling walls and pillars waken thoughts of yesterday.
There are vines in nooks and crannies, and there’s moss about the pool,
And the tangled weedy thicket chokes the arbour dark and cool:
In the silent sunken pathways springs an herbage sparse and spare,
Where the musty scent of dead things dulls the fragrance of the air.
There is not a living creature in the lonely space around,
And the hedge-encompass’d quiet never echoes to a sound.
As I walk, and wait, and listen, I will often seek to find
When it was I knew that garden in an age long left behind;
I will oft conjure a vision of a day that is no more,
As I gaze upon the grey, grey scenes I feel I knew before.
Then a sadness settles o’er me, and a tremor seems to start:
For I know the flow’rs are shrivell’d hopes—the garden is my heart!

That garden sounds quite lovely.
 


Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup
 
- Suddenly, I get horribly sick. Fever of 106 (if not higher at points), collapsing unconcious, severe vomiting, trouble breathin'... Next day, I'm perfectly fine, minus a stick neck.
- lolwut @ sickness
- Moments after I woke up, I had Earthbound's main theme in my head for some odd reason.
- There's only one logical conclusion: I was quite clearly cured of sickness in my sleep thanks to a certain donut doctor's instant revitalization machine... ... ...

Be thankful it's not one of Lovecrafts darker locations.

So long as it doesn't go to bein' dark as demons 'n hellfire, I wouldn't at all mind said garden t' be darker.
 
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SEE THIS! THIS IS NOT ROBOCOP!
HE IS NOT MENT TO LOOK LIKE THAT!
ITS DRAGONBALL EVO ALL OVER AGAIN!

Im going to the little room with the padding for a bit
 

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