The belief that when the stars line up right, some magical flying octopus from outer space who’s been sleeping under the South pacific for a hundred million years is going to wake up and eat your soul.
Makees perfect sen-AAAGHGH! MY EYES! THE ANGELS! OH GOD, THE ANGLES!
FTW!
ROFL!!
lmao.
must love Lovecraft.
“Angles”?
Yes, natedog, ANGLES. As in the geometric formation.
Go read H.P. Lovecrasft’s short story “The Call Of Cthulhu”
You’d understand a lot more.