Have ye a look at the evolution of Michael Jackson's face.
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Have ye a look at the evolution of Michael Jackson's face.
Posted by Cie Cheesemeister at 5:04 AM
Sunday, October 22, 2006
THE LOVED DEAD
Dedicated to C.M. Eddy and H.P. Lovecraft for their story of the same name
I touch your cold flesh
I desire the taste of decay
Before the embalming
I kiss your dried mouth
Drink in the foul aether
Of flesh beginning to rot
Before I am caught by those who cannot understand
The beauty of the touch of decomposing flesh
I touch, caress, my mind soars on the morbid ride
Caught--I am brought to shame
Separated from the Loved Dead
I must create my own carrion
The life flows from their veins
Before I must flee the scene of my supposed crime
And free the elixir of living from my own
To join now the loved dead
In the beauty of putresence and decay
Disclaimer: It's almost six in the morning after working a double shift and I'm crazy for Lovecraft. This is one of my favorite among his stories. I'm depressed and that tends to make me hella morbid. I am not in any way a necrophiliac!
But you can be scared if you want to!
Posted by Cie Cheesemeister at 6:02 AM
Saturday, October 14, 2006
criminalenglish - live: 12/01/2005 - 12/31/2005
This seems the kind of thing that people who would read this blog might enjoy. It's updated about as often as this blog, too.
Posted by Cie Cheesemeister at 11:38 PM
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Click the title link to see a clever video that will make you puke and laugh at the same time. Thanks, Lady Bunny!
Posted by Cie Cheesemeister at 1:14 AM
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Posted by Cie Cheesemeister at 3:47 AM
This is truly one of the most horrifying things I have ever seen!
Those eyes are really, really scary. She is trying to possess me. Must...kill...
Click the title link to see more real-life horrors at the original post.
Posted by Cie Cheesemeister at 3:35 AM
Friday, August 11, 2006
Buzzoff the Byakhee is the bassist for the universe's worst death metal band. He comes from the Great Hall of Celaeno. Though possessing a fearsome appearance and not particularly pleasant body odor, Buzzoff is actually quite an obliging fellow.
Buzzoff is a young Byakhee, only 50 years old, and did not have the opportunity to meet H.P. Lovecraft while the great horror author was still incarnate. However, he has recently formed a great friendship with the master of wierd fiction in ghostly form since Lovecraft is a resident of the Netherworld Hotel and a charter member of the Curmudgeon's Club.
Be sure to read HPL's tale "The Festival" which recounts a Christmas of the nightmarish kind bestowed upon the protagonist by a group of grinchy Byakhees who preferred the tale that goes: "Fearsome Yuletide to all and to all a good fright."
Buzzoff says that some of his older relatives have a decidedly macabre bent when it comes to tidings of discomfort and misery.
Posted by Cie Cheesemeister at 2:12 PM
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
One need only click the title link to see why!
Posted by Cie Cheesemeister at 1:32 AM
Saturday, May 06, 2006
|You Should Be a Science Fiction Writer|
Your ideas are very strange, and people often wonder what planet you're from.
And while you may have some problems being "normal," you'll have no problems writing sci-fi.
Whether it's epic films, important novels, or vivid comics...
Your own little universe could leave an important mark on the world!
I am from Planet Cheese, of course. And we are taking over! Our secret weapon? That cheese which is so stinky it's not allowed on French public transit! And of course, Death Cheese.
I actually write horror. Sort of Lovecraftian, with a touch of Stephen King. And I have never, ever, ever been accused of normalcy! Perish the thought!
Posted by Cie Cheesemeister at 12:24 AM
Friday, May 05, 2006
Dark Side of the Loon
Veddy, veddy Avant-Garde. It was a pleasure to lurk about their dark castle. Or their dark hallways. Or their dark subconscious. The brain is very colorful, Master!
(Think Peter Lorre when reading this.)
Posted by Cie Cheesemeister at 8:21 AM
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Click the title link to read about a guy who really became the toast of his town in Budapest. Seems these builders who were renovating a house found a barrel of rum and decided to get toasted. After draining it to the last drop they tried to move it and it was still really heavy. And when they looked inside, they'd like to have died--just like the guy that was in the barrel!
When this dude died in Jamaica some 20 years ago, his wife had his body shipped home in a barrel of rum "to avoid the cost and paperwork of an official return."
Gad--and I always thought that eating the worm in the tequila was disgusting!
Tell ya what, Folks, should I get to Hungary, I'm avoiding the rum!
On the positive side, I guess they didn't need to embalm the guy when they finally buried him--he was already pickled!
That was morbid of me.
But what do you expect from someone who subscribes to the Happy Tree Friends newsletter?
Click here and find out more for yourself!
Posted by Cie Cheesemeister at 10:59 PM
Sunday, April 30, 2006
I guess I made a mistake by introducing Death Cheese, the dreadful Death Metal band for whom I am the reluctant producer and manager, to the writings of H.P. Lovecraft! Click the title link to discover the unspeakable cult that they have formed in honor of Bokrug and read about their most recent gig. Contains a photo of Bokrug and a picture of a deranged Death Cheese devotee!
Check it out if you dare to face the worst!
The Guardian of the Sphere
(Reluctant producer/manager for Death Cheese)
Posted by Cie Cheesemeister at 3:00 AM
Thursday, March 23, 2006
This was supposed to be the Unspeakable Sphere, not the Unspeaking Sphere. I haven't done near what I wished with this Blog. In order to make up for lost time, may I introduce you to Azathoth, Head of the Cthulhu Mythos Pantheon.
Much like George Bush and many other political leaders, Azathoth is an idiot. He also threatens nuclear destruction by his very existense. Read these excerpts from the Wikipedia and tremble!
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Azathoth is a fictional deity in the Cthulhu mythos of H.P. Lovecraft. It is referred to in the Weird Tales short stories of Lovecraft, as well as in the stories of other authors. Its epithets include The Blind Idiot God, Seething Nuclear Chaos, the Daemon Sultan, and possibly Lord of All Things. Its avatars include The Madness from the Vaults and Xada-Hgla.
It is sometimes claimed that Azathoth corresponds to a monster or god in Sumerian mythology named "Azag-Thoth"; however, "Azag-Thoth" comes from Simon's Necronomicon, which is a fiction based loosely on Sumerian mythology and other things.
1 Azathoth in the mythos
1.1 Azathoth's cult
Azathoth in the mythos
[O]utside the ordered universe [is] that amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the center of all infinity—the boundless daemon sultan Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time and space amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin monotonous whine of accursed flutes...—H. P. Lovecraft, The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath
Azathoth is described as both blind and idiotic and is regarded as the head of the Cthulhu mythos pantheon. The most powerful Outer God—yet mindless—Azathoth holds court at the center of the universe attended by a group of nameless entities known as the Other Gods, a collection of creatures called the Servitors of the Outer Gods, and the being Nyarlathotep, who immediately fulfills his random urges.
(Sounds like one of those World Political Summits, doesn't it??--ch)
Lovecraft referred to Azathoth as a "nuclear chaos" throughout his fiction, most likely referring to Azathoth's central location, and not nuclear energy, since it did not truly come of age until long after Lovecraft's death.
Azathoth and his entourage might be seen as a description of the black hole at the center of the milky way galaxy (Sagittarius A) and its accretion disk. British Mythos author Brian Lumley equates Azathoth with nuclear energy and has even postulated that Azathoth was the Big Bang in his Titus Crow novels.
According to Phileus Sadowsky (a fictional scholar) in the Call of Cthulhu rulebook, the name Azathoth is derived from Izzu Tahuti, or in Akkadian inflection Ashur-Thoth, which is supposed to mean Strength of Thoth in Egyptian. Thoth is identified with the mythos entity known as Nyarlathotep. Azathoth is believed to have been almost infinitely intelligent at one time (though possibly insane), but is now most likely unconscious. The being responsible for Azathoth's condition is probably Nodens, though he has only a fraction of his original power now.
Few worship Azathoth directly; those who do are usually criminally insane.
(And are likely named Varg Vikernes.--ch)
Summoning Azathoth is possible, but often brings disaster to those who do so. Despite this risk, the Shan are fanatical worshippers of Azathoth (see below).
Thomas Ligotti's short story "The Sect of the Idiot" (1988) mentions a circle of non-human worshippers composed of wizened, hideous creatures who are under the direct control of the Blind Idiot God himself. They dwell in the highest room of an abandoned building in a small unnamed town.
Xada-Hgla is the avatar of Azathoth worshipped by the Insects from Shaggai, or Shan. Xada-Hgla resembles a huge clam extruding numerous pseudopods. A face with green eyes peers from within. 
The Shan erected pyramid-shaped temples on the planet Shaggai containing extradimensional gates that allowed Xada-Hgla to enter. Following the destruction of Shaggai, the Shan's last remaining temple of Azathoth—shaped like a tall cone—is found in the Severn Valley in England. 
I started with loathing when told of the monstrous nuclear chaos beyond angled space which the Necronomicon had mercifully cloaked under the name of Azathoth.— H. P. Lovecraft, "The Whisperer in Darkness"
Eventually there had been a hint of vast, leaping shadows, of a monstrous, half-acoustic pulsing, and of the thin, monotonous piping of an unseen flute — but that was all. Gilman decided he had picked up that last conception from what he had read in the Necronomicon about the mindless entity Azathoth, which rules all time and space from a curiously environed black throne at the centre of Chaos.—H. P. Lovecraft, "The Dreams in the Witch House"
... the ancient legends of Ultimate Chaos, at whose center sprawls the blind idiot god Azathoth, Lord of All Things, encircled by his flopping horde of mindless and amorphous dancers, and lulled by the thin monotonous piping of a demoniac flute held in nameless paws.—H. P. Lovecraft, "The Haunter of the Dark"
The idea of his existence is also faintly suggested in this quote:
I was no more than an irrelevant parcel of living tissue caught in a place I should not be, threatened with being snared in some great dredging net of doom, an incedental shred of flesh pulled out of its element of light and into an icy blackness. In the dream nothing supported my existence, which I felt at any moment might be horribly altered or simply. . .ended. In the profoundest meaning of the expression, my life was of no matter.—Thomas Ligotti, "The Sect of the Idiot"
Harms, Daniel. The Encyclopedia Cthulhiana (2nd ed.), Oakland, CA: Chaosium, 1998. ISBN 1-56882-119-0.
Petersen, Sandy. Call of Cthulhu (5th ed.), Oakland, CA: Chaosium. ISBN 1-56882-148-4.
Robert M. Price (ed.) The Azathoth Cycle, Oakland, CA: Chaosium, 1995. ISBN 1-56882-040-2.
^ Thomas Ligotti, "The Sect of the Idiot" (1988), The Azathoth Cycle, 93–102.
^ Harms, "Xada-Hgla", The Encyclopedia Cthulhiana, pp. 333.
^ Ramsey Campbell, "The Insects from Shaggai" (1964), The Azathoth Cycle, pp. 71–92.
Retrieved from "http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Azathoth"
Category: Cthulhu mythos deities
So there ya be! I don't have a picture of Azathoth. It's just a bunch of pulsing, malevolent energy. I wouldn't recommend visiting it, if I were you.
Although I am hoping to learn how to do a Dread Curse of Azathoth. Although it does cost 9 sanity points to cast, and I think I only have eight left!
The Guardian of the Sphere
(Sounds a lot better than the Horror Role-Playing Game Geek, don't it??)
Posted by Cie Cheesemeister at 3:53 AM
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Click the link to see some unique beasties. They aren't really unspeakable though some seem a little malevolent. They inhabit a unique world. I enjoy visiting them after running away from R'Lyeh and Yuggoth!
Posted by Cie Cheesemeister at 5:50 AM
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Disambiguation Blog: Zombie Multitude
Zombies are most assuredly Unspeakable. And they are usually speechless too!
Posted by Cie Cheesemeister at 2:12 AM
Saturday, January 28, 2006
Chris Perridas: H. P. Lovecraft & His Legacy
One cannot speak of the Unspeakable without speaking of Lovecraft.
All hail the master of the Mythos--and the master of the blog of which he is the subject!
The Cheesy Cultist
Posted by Cie Cheesemeister at 11:17 PM
Sunday, January 22, 2006
While searching for information for my Unspeakable Esoteric Horror Novel, which has a blog of its own to air my frustrations and other other goodies associated with its creation and any resulting research into the same, I found lots of cool vampire lore. Realizing that I was posting a lot of this stuff on a blog that was supposed to be for my inner demons alone, I knew that all the horrible monsters that I love so well (including a favorite fiend, Iron Maiden's mascot, Eddie) deserve a home of their own! Thus, the Unspeakable Sphere is here!
I have a lot of blogs, Kiddies, so it may be a few days before this little gem starts to shine. In the meantime, try my original Random Thoughts Blog. For crap so random your head will spin just reading it!
Of course if your head starts spinning, you may just be possessed. In which case you will need to gather esoteric knowledge to purge yourself of the demon inside you. Try my Esoteric Knowledge Blog. It probably won't help you much. But you'll have a good read and the demon will be pissed off by my goody-goody if off the wall slant.
Happy blog-hopping to you and your demons.
The Unspeakable Cheesemeister
Posted by Cie Cheesemeister at 3:13 AM