By James Stephens, circa 1916. Versions vary slightly in punctuation; this text is taken from The New Poetry: An Anthology, eds. Harriet Monroe and Alice Corbin Henderson, 1917.
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These days, of course, Germany is very proud of Kafka, even though he was Czech. I’m told he is often praised for the “purity” of his German. Awkwaaaaard.
The next time you’re tempted to suck face with your partner in a public place, think of those of us down here in Hell, where we’re horny all the time.
What the what, it’s in color! This is an improvement on an old comic. That’s Satan musing on the Earth from the very outermost shell of the cosmos, as in Book Three of Paradise Lost, lines 418–422: Mean while upon […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
H. P. Lovecraft has, without a doubt, the longest head of anyone I’ve ever drawn.