The Dough-Naughts of Unknown Kadath
Nov. 27th, 2007 09:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ellyssianIt tasted of unknown Kadath, of deepest R'leyh, of the cyclopean caverns and tunnels stretching out beneath wholesome New England villages.
It tasted of dank cellars in Providence, and of airs rising through holes in brick walls in old places in Boston. It tasted of Arkham, Kingsport, and Dunwich.
It was twisted, curling, purposefully malformed, coated on the outside with a layer of bee's harvest, no doubt artificially simulated.
It was, perhaps, undercooked, the rawness in the inner twists what gave it such a distinctive flavor. But it wasn't just the air of musty, dark, places that should be forgotten.
No - it was the visions that sprang unbidden with each bite, evoked by taste and scent and something darker.
Perhaps, should you look in the back of their shop, you would find abhorrent sculptures of nightmarish creatures. Perhaps the rolling pin is inscribed with arcane symbols, the counter top or the boiling cauldrons of oil altars to things with which man should have no business entreating.
I brush off the sense of growing terror that is taking hold of me, and then I recall that Dunkin' Donuts is based in Canton, south of Arkham, between Boston and Providence, and I wonder as I take another unwholesome bite...
It tasted of dank cellars in Providence, and of airs rising through holes in brick walls in old places in Boston. It tasted of Arkham, Kingsport, and Dunwich.
It was twisted, curling, purposefully malformed, coated on the outside with a layer of bee's harvest, no doubt artificially simulated.
It was, perhaps, undercooked, the rawness in the inner twists what gave it such a distinctive flavor. But it wasn't just the air of musty, dark, places that should be forgotten.
No - it was the visions that sprang unbidden with each bite, evoked by taste and scent and something darker.
Perhaps, should you look in the back of their shop, you would find abhorrent sculptures of nightmarish creatures. Perhaps the rolling pin is inscribed with arcane symbols, the counter top or the boiling cauldrons of oil altars to things with which man should have no business entreating.
I brush off the sense of growing terror that is taking hold of me, and then I recall that Dunkin' Donuts is based in Canton, south of Arkham, between Boston and Providence, and I wonder as I take another unwholesome bite...
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Date: 2007-11-27 02:43 pm (UTC)honey made from peyote are true...
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Date: 2007-11-27 03:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-27 09:33 pm (UTC)psychotropic biochemical.
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Date: 2007-11-27 02:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-27 03:19 pm (UTC)Yes. I am almost sure that's what it is.
dunwich donuts?
Date: 2007-11-27 03:09 pm (UTC)Re: dunwich donuts?
Date: 2007-11-27 03:18 pm (UTC)"Yes, I'd like to start off with the calamari..."
(waitress gestures to the kitchen)
"...and then I'd like... oh, dear God! No! Aiiiiiiii!!!!"
Re: dunwich donuts?
Date: 2007-11-27 04:45 pm (UTC)chili necronomi-con carne perhaps?
Re: dunwich donuts?
Date: 2007-11-27 05:01 pm (UTC)Re: dunwich donuts?
Date: 2007-11-27 03:27 pm (UTC)Re: dunwich donuts?
Date: 2007-11-27 03:46 pm (UTC)Re: dunwich donuts?
Date: 2007-11-27 04:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-27 03:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-27 03:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-27 08:40 pm (UTC)Clearly, things are very wrong.
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Date: 2007-11-28 04:23 am (UTC)