Pleasant Reading: Lusty Tales of Myself

Coming back to this blog after some Aeons, here is a review about the Martian Migraine Press anthology, Conqueror Womb: Lusty Tales of Shub-Niggurath.

Obviously, those feeble humans writers never had a sexual intercourse with Me or one of My Young, not even with a Shoggoth...
To be fair, if they had, they won't be still alive and able to write or speak about the experience.

So here are eighteen stories (plus one essay) for 18+ feeble humans. Yes, this anthology is as much erotica as horror, if One like Me could call feeble humans writings "horror".

So now, please, those of you who are not of age, please leave this page and go back to studies or to proper reading!

Let's state it: this book is too short. Most of those stories would have deserved a longer development, and/or a sequel, provided the protagonists are still alive.
But I guess in those hard crisis times (for which We, The Great Ol'Ones, have some responsiblities, always ready to make feeble humans lives more miserable!) a longer book would not fit in most budgets.

So let's list those feeble humans authors who dared to write about My sexual life:

THIS HUMAN FORM by Lyndsey Holder
THAT HIDEOUS THING by Ran Cartwright
UNSATISFIED by Brian M. Sammons
MATER ANNELIDA by Victoria Dalpe
The POTBOILER SIGIL by Luke R. J. Maynard
ALL THIS for the GREATER GLORY of the 7th and 329th CHILDREN of the BLACK GOAT of the WOODS by Molly Tanzer
BABYMAMA by Kenton Hall
OUR CHILD by Annabeth Leong
BOY by Don Webb
PIECES (2) for STRING OCTET by Copper Sloane Levy
The WHISPERER in the VAGINA by Shon Richards
OBSIDIAN CAPRA AEGAGRUS by Christopher Slatsky
DIRTYMAG by Jonas Moth
WITH HONEY DRIPPING by Christine Morgan
IN THE DOWN DEEP DOWN by Jacqueline Sweet
THE SCARLET SCRIPTURE by Ambrosius Grimes
WITHIN YOUR UNHOLY PIT OF SHOGGOTHS by Wilum H. Pugmire
BLOSSOM by Rose Banks

The CONQUEROR WOMB: PARSING SHUB-NIGGURATH essay by Scott R Jones

Most of these stories were a rather pleasant reading, though their authors didn't dare to go so far as this ol'timer of a French, Mr Marquis Sade (what a weird first name. Did I miss something in translation?).
I guess some are even hard enough to make most feeble humans readers ashamed of the arousing they'll feel when reading them!

As for the essay, it's rare a feeble human understand so well Our way to spread and ruin, accross history and generations.

Don't be surprised to find those authors (or some pieces of their ruined bodies) in My Woods, next time your pay Me a visit, willingly or (most probably) not!
And be sure it will be a great honor to them!

So, feeble humans mad enough to read this blog, if you want your suffering be shortened when I'll catch you in My Woods, buy and read this book!

Some More Aeons... And now is Mother's Day!

Is it Me, or Time is running quicker and quicker on this world ?
I just took a plunge into the Internet underground, no more than the time to get some skills and wreak some havoc. And a whole season seems to have passed.
Some of you may have felt My Scent on your systems...

The funny thing is, for once, I don't even have to lure feeble humans into doing My desires, they do it well alone!
This not so virtual world will crumble and break your real one, soon. Well before the Stars are really Right. Without any involvement from Us, not even Nyarlathotep!

I won't be sorry for you, feeble humans. you entirely deserved your fate.

You may think I'm bitter, you silly. Remember which day we are. Today is Mother's Day.
Don't you think having to receive, thank for, and find a place to store thousands of presents in a day is a simple task ?
I cannot even remember the firstnames of half of My Young!

If I could take a hold on the Essential Salts of the feeble human who invented this hellish feast, even the other Great Ol'Ones would pity his fate!

In related news, the storage space renting market is booming, near My Woods. One more financial bubble in the making for your doom, scummy feeble humans!

It seems some Aeons...

... Since I didn't update this blog.

Well... So much happened in so short a time. I had to take some rest, just looking at you, feeble humans. You are such a farce.

Oh, and I learned to play baseball, but I'm still too bad at catching this bloody ball.
I was about to smash my baseball bat on something, but the Stars are still not Right for this.

My dear Nyarly is still playing with His puppet, I wouldn't have believed this toy would entertain Him so long.

Spring Break will come soon, as well as the Cleaning accustomed of the Season. There will be much mess to Clean.

Feeling as sleepy as Great Cthulhu, but it won't last long, now.

Religion is the opium of the people

You, so-called masters of this world, but feeble humans nonetheless. You failed.

This silly movie insulting the Prophet fired a storm against you, in the very countries you helped.
And you wonder.
You'll never understand.
Those feeble humans toppling their dictators, what do they stand for ?
Democracy ? Freedom ? Ideology ? Or even mere money they don't have and will never ?
You helped them, foolishly believing they would become your slaves, or at least your allies.

No, they're just high on something you cannot encompass.
The ol'Wizard, Karl Marx was right. Only their shoot of opium will calm them! And nothing will prevent them to get it, this time. Up to the overdose.

You'll be glad When the Stars Are Right, in a way.

The Bashar is Still in Charge

The Arab Spring quickly rampaged some dictatorships. But the Butcher of Damascus still stands firm. Massacring and torturing at will. Some bad guys had their asses kicked by the UN for far less than that.
Syria has no petroleum, no gas, no uranium, no pipelines. Only geopolitical reasons could explain this. Or not.

Mainstream and conspirationist explanations are manyfold:

- Syria is an ally of Russia, and China. These countries are blocking UN actions against it.
- Syria is a secret ally of the West and Israel, to fight Iran.
- The West and Israel are objective allies of Arab (and other) dictatorships. Prefering stability and keeping the extremists at bay.
- The great powers love wars, to sell weapons and justify defense expenses.
- Al Assad is a reptilian king, as all the world leaders, dictators or not (I love this one!).

All this is bullshit.

WE, The Great Ol'Ones are supporting this butcher and puppeting the so called great powers to foster his regime.

Don't you see the pattern, here ?

- Mad Arabs, once more. It seems my Dear Nyarly is still fond of them.
- AL Hazred's Legacy. More to come on this, one of these Aeons.
- Fear, utter sufferance of the victims. Frightened and maddened souls are so tasty for Us.
- Oh yes, We have some secrets burried under the City of Jasmine We don't want you, feeble humans to find. At least not as long as the Stars are still not Right. Be patient, for once.

Feeble humans, you begun to play Chess for so short a time. You cannot even suspect the moves you are embroiled in.

Now for the Next Move...

Dark Times a'comin'

Elections on the so called "old continent".
Reminders of darker times.
Will they stand? Will they flee? Will they burn?
Stars almost Right, now!

For Whom the Bell Tolls?
Endless Grey going Dark.
Time Marches On.
Blackened, the Silence so loud!

What? Oh, a New Year?

Time's running too quick with you, feeble humans. I forgot My new year congratz, so here they are. Or not.
Hopefully, those young Maya were right and your new year will be the last. We, The Great Ol'Ones, don't really care. We have plenty of other toys in this Universe and others!

So, I owe you some explainations for My silence on this thingy, this blog, well...

Many things happened.

You know at thend of your December month, We, the Great Ol'Ones have a small fest, Yuletide. For once, We decided it would not be boredcasted, your TV streams are already full of shit to empty your smallish brains, you mindless mongrels.

So we had a private party, full of bloody living corpses, whores and chips.
I made a record there: got fucked by an astounding number of Cosmic Horrors, They even found some I didn't know yet. Thanks Boyz!
I fucked also a bunch of so called "male" entities. Remember, feeble humans, sex and gender are not an immutable parameter for Us, We don't have your moral and mental walls and prejudices.
I sprouted at least two full load of Young as a consequence. Be sure to bring your whole families when walking in the woods, during this spring; My Young will have to be fed!

As usual, January and this February were peaceful. Clean up, Young fostering, and reading.
While reading, I discovered a young fellow, of only a bit more than two hundred of your years: Donatien Alphonse François, Marquis de Sade.

Yes, he was one of those feeble among the feeble frenchies. But he almost made Me revise My views about your filthy race, feeble human maggots.

This guy knew the point. Pornography is not the goal, it's only a way (mostly backdoor in his case).
He didn't respect any law, any limit, so he spent more than half of his life in jail. Not for his sexual perversion, it was the norm of his class in his time, but for his ideas, his philosophy.

A guy writing about a monk putting an hostie on the top of his cock before fucking a teen girl in the ass; this was deemed a blasphemous crime deserving to be locked in the Bastille for the rest of his life, in those pre-revolutionary days, when the Catholic Church made the laws and had the state at her service.
But what stun Me, and surely upset the child fucker priests, was not this kind of action scenes.
Between the orgies (much) detailed descriptions, the good marquis set his characters to rest, and made them describe his philosophy views in great details, just like most of this time Enlightened Philosophers, those insipid Voltaire, Rousseau...

And THIS is really powerful!
Crime of any sort is common among you, feeble humans; remember you were created by some of Our spawns for Our pleasure!
But the good ol'marquis made a point describing, justifying, philosophically reasoning about these.

THAT was the reason which led him to spend most of his life in prisons or sanitariums, whereas the law was the King's, the Republic's or the Emperor's.

His views about private property, theft, society and moral were a draft for the following 19th century's utopist, anarchist, socialist and communist philosophers and ideologs.
Pierre-Joseph Proudhon, Karl Marx, Friedrich Engels, Louis Auguste Blanqui, and al. just followed the track.
All were French or French influenced Germans, see the pattern ?
And wonderful slaughters came from these guys brains!

The legend also tells that some days before July 14th, 1789, when he was imprisoned in the Bastille, good ol'Donatien de Sade cried to the people through his jail window: "Prisoners are killed, here!".
Some days after, the populace stormed the Bastille, and your smallish History recorded what followed.

During the Revolution, the excellent marquis was elected a Representant, he was emprisoned once more by Robespierre's Terror Regime because of his nobelty, freed when Napoleon came to power, then imprisoned again after the Emperor restored the former power of the Catholic Church.

Donatien Alphonse François, Marquis de Sade died on December 2nd, 1814. He didn't live up to the ultimate fall of his latest nemesis, before the one hundred bleak days.

But, according to the legend, he died just after having ass fucked his fifteen years old female servant one last time (if it had been a male, or a turkey, or a dog, it wouldn't have made any difference for him, provided he could eat his sperm mingled with shit afterward).
What a fucking wonder of a life, for a feeble human!

Oops! Writing about this made Me horny... Be right back after some Aeons of orgies!