The Foundling Fount
Posted by Qais Fulton
Is it really any surprise that we find the gospel of the R’lyehian sleeper within the murky, neglected confines of a Detroit squat, however duplicitous they may be? Cthulhu may save us, but only for a midnight snack. Yet it is our obligation — as indigent wretches slave to the whims of beasts lurking in the nothing-space between worlds — to lure the unwary into the famished maw of our ageless lord beyond the stars.
[Thanks, Blake!]
Categories: Urban Exploration, Cthulhu Cthursday, Ectomo Methodology
Posted at 2:03 pm on May 1, 2008
7 Comments -
yes what you dont see is that just a little bit further the walls on the left and right are covered in curtains maid of vicera and there are the heads of bunnies and smiling people on sticks.
Comment by thefileclerk — May 1, 2008 @ 2:38 pm
I think we need some octobee street art stencil action.
Comment by malpertuis — May 1, 2008 @ 3:58 pm
A multi-layered stencil is in the works. Keep your eyes peeled.
Comment by Qais Fulton — May 1, 2008 @ 4:15 pm
Detroit is very complex, not unlike the bringers of our tentacled destiny. I know; I live here. And I’m constantly questioning whether my surroundings want to enshroud me for my protection or merely to keep me tender.
Comment by DC — May 1, 2008 @ 5:18 pm
they throw octopi on the ice during hockey games = everything I know about detroit.
Comment by malpertuis — May 1, 2008 @ 5:41 pm
Sometimes we throw cephalopods at baseball players as well.
Comment by DC — May 2, 2008 @ 12:14 pm
I’ve done some Lovecraftian street art. I’ll send some pics your way.
Comment by danton d. — May 2, 2008 @ 3:52 pm