Sanders the Unspeakable
Aug. 26th, 2007 02:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wombat1138(more cut'n'paste from some of my recentish perpetrations in ML comments)
“Oh, bother,” said Pooh, as the unclean emanations of the Old Ones manifested as squamous and rugose tentacles that were of no earthly color.
"Ia! Ia! Worraworraworraworraworra! Shub-Tiggurath, the striped cat of the woods with a thousand sproings!!!"
"Many are the mysteries of the insidious Dr. Pooh Manchu. There are some who whisper in dank alleys that his house's door is marked with the cryptic Yellow Sign of Sanders the Unspeakable, which drives men to madness as surely as the waxen fumes from his hidden hunny dens. And I myself have heard hoarse echoes in an asylum, of how he plays Poohsticks with orphaned children in the mists of the dark lake of Carcosa."
“Oh, bother,” said Pooh, as the unclean emanations of the Old Ones manifested as squamous and rugose tentacles that were of no earthly color.
"Ia! Ia! Worraworraworraworraworra! Shub-Tiggurath, the striped cat of the woods with a thousand sproings!!!"
"Many are the mysteries of the insidious Dr. Pooh Manchu. There are some who whisper in dank alleys that his house's door is marked with the cryptic Yellow Sign of Sanders the Unspeakable, which drives men to madness as surely as the waxen fumes from his hidden hunny dens. And I myself have heard hoarse echoes in an asylum, of how he plays Poohsticks with orphaned children in the mists of the dark lake of Carcosa."
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on 2007-08-27 02:26 am (UTC)...I dunno if you'd really want to go to this one; ML = Making Light.
"The Outsider" gives me a persistent, weird sort of gleeful comfort and a reflexive reaction of "Yes! My childhood felt *exactly* like that!" except in the sense of calling people like