he wokeup with this bangingslogging around inside his head 

                                                                  MAGA   MAGA whawas it maggot   Awwhawas it

AHyes flock fuck of unerring MAGApies magpies chanting the erroneous lies of their Dear mindless Leader it was like Whac-a-Mole them ducking back into slimy wormholes unlike scifi holes having emerged from wells caverns gross subterranean bowels in the earth as found in Lovecrafts writing Cthulhu sister Kassogtha then Ghast Mi-go Shoggoth Dagon Azathoth not to be confused with Azazel the Jewish Scapegoat Night-gaunts Y’Golonac Yog-Sothoth or shapeshifting crawling chaos Nyarlathotep gawdblessya slithery  it was these names  physicalities he imagined that averted him from reading terror and horror 

                                 not his cup of tea 

                                                     anyet his misfortune to be awakened by

he had to admit the crosssection he saw of their shallow underground hemisphere was quite cool very steampunkish hellish  ample turning cogs gears worm gears to toss ironwrenches into to bring their foul machinery to a halt the atmosphere spoiling growing foetid

                                    an him aboveground with a ball peen hammer in either hand to WHAC what came up their mouths wideopen gulping blue air smashing faces shattering teeth

0730ish,  Monday,  9  5. 22

1119,  Monday

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Walter Lippmann  The Stakes of Diplomacy  “When all think alike, no one thinks every much.”