Category: Hat and Hair

The world is indeed comic, but the joke is on mankind.
-H. P. Lovecraft

Comity. Sweet comity.

There are, I think, four distinct types of weird story: one expressing a mood or feeling, another expressing a pictorial conception, a third expressing a general situation, condition, legend or intellectual conception, and a fourth explaining a definite tableau or specific dramatic situation or climax.

-H. P. Lovecraft

“What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise. Loathsomeness waits and dreams in the deep, and decay spreads over the tottering cities of men.”

Every proper family has one.

Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her Roman nose
And her Walkman started to melt

No collusion, no impeachment

It’s a mixed bag today.

“We could build a nice Trump Tower here,” Donald mused. “Maybe call it The Hanoi Hotel.”

A joke was stolen from OMWC. Can you spot it?

“I swear before the dawn comes round again
I’ll find the stable and pull out the bolt.”

The Confessions of a Mask

Ruiners

Good night, Daddy.

Donald and the hat and the hair deal with a source of modern society.