when you die and become a ghost are you forced to wear what you were wearing when you died for eternity or can you go to like Ghost Gap and buy some new ghost clothes
if theres ghost capitalism i swear to fuck ill be so mad
overthrow the boogeoisie
One of my favorite things about Lovecraft is how he took all that standard writing advice you typically hear feverishly gibbered at writing workshops— write what you know, show don’t tell— and turned it all on its head.
Then he took that profane, foot-faced upside-down advice monster and started a cult with it; made the simple townsfolk worship it, carve its hideous toe-fingered likeness into edifices of moldering stone; made them mate with that abhorrent upside-down advice hellfiend in some obscene, probably handstand-like position, delirious, trembling, ululating under the pale waxing moon, forever tainting pure, perfectly-rational writing advice ever to come.
This is unacceptable.