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Thursday, July 05, 2007
This short story originally appears here.
"Oh dearie my," sighed Samara. "If only my hands weren't so cold. I'll never find a man that can bear my icy touch. Maybe if I send up this balloon with my wish, the deities of death will bring someone who is undead like myself for me to make love to."
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Thursday, June 28, 2007
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Sex with Vanna the love doll come to life after he read the terrible passage from the Necronomicon had warped Phillip's mind and shattered his sanity. The next spell she forced him to cast also began to alter his form. He was growing ready to return to R'Lyeh where dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.
"Ia, Ia, Cthulhu Fthagn!" muttered Phillip as Vanna beckoned him towards the sea with one perfect plastic hand.
One day Phillip acquired a bunch of new books from a mysterious fishy-smelling man with an unappealing face, written by people with names like Al-Alhazred and H.P. Lovecraft. He read the strange poetry he found in the one entitled Necronomicon aloud.
To Phillip's great joy, he saw Vanna emerging from the shelves, smiling. He wasn't quite sure what the words "Ia, Ia, Cthulhu Fthagn" that she was muttering meant, but he couldn't wait to enjoy the pleasures of his plastic fantastic lover come to life.