When eeting small towns in the middle of night, Dunwich Horror think small towns can taste lots like chikins, theereticly.. not that Dunwich sneeks out to eet small towns or anything… just that small towns has lots of chikins in them, which are tastey.

Dunwich, for the records, did also not eet the website – instead there was errors at the webhost which resulted in losing of a year worth of entrees even though professor pokes Dunwich with stick and threatens Dunwich with mustard to apologize for eet yucky web site, which Dunwich did not eet because it tasted bad.. not like chickins.

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These am photos of various thing. Thing witch Dunwich Horror find during Dunwich’s most recent Flickr eckpedition, in which Dunwich narrowly escaped with dunwich life.

If tasty human aprishiate all Dunwich bring to there Aether-net-bocks, Dunwich appreciate small gifts of lifestock or sheeps. Thank you. Do not spray Dunwich Horror with yellow stuff agin. Thank you.

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Humans are at it again this time! From the cover, it seem innogurous enough, howevers Dunwich Horror think Dunwich Horror not deserving of this portrayal… AGAIN!

This story, equally lie like the last story, wishes again to paint Dunwich as bad smelly guy, probably with big footprints the size of tree trunks. This in themself is misleading to people because what size is tree trunk? Exactly! Tree trunk have no exact size! Tree trunk can be small like tasty cat, or big like tasty cow – can be short and have candy like tasty child, or tall like tasty moose! Tree trunk come in all shapes and sizes.

They say history is written by Victor, and therefore, if your name not Victor, you should not write history AT ALL, especiarey when write lies about dunwich AGAIN! If writing things about Dunwich, or saying things about Dunwich – say them in MUSICAL!

Dunwich Horror deserve good MUSICAL, think it better for public relationships, make people know Dunwich Horror am really good guy.

Dunwich would like have relations with all humans… humans like you… yes, Dunwich want have relations with YOU… good ones.

Instead Dunwich get banished time and time again by wrinkly old guy with bug sprayer and naughty bad words what hurt Dunwich Horrors tender ears.

If you want hear spooky LIES written to make humans not look bad, this am album for you:

Along with LIES ABOUT DUNWICH HORROR comes the  a supposed clipping from 1917 copy of Arkham Advertiser, a vintage map of Dunwich, Sentinel Hill and the surrounding region (SEE? Dunwich Horror cannot be all bad if they NAMED REGION AFTER DUNWICH HORROR), a page from Wilbur Whateley’s diary with some occult cypher, and replica of key page from the Whateleys’ copy of John Dee’s Necronomicon. You can buy it through Amazon here.Doing so through link not cost you more, however, will give me some Archive funds to build onto my special gallery wing of archive.

If you smart human and would rather have musical, you can write creators of lie CD and tell them so at their main page: H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society (cthulhulives.org).

Serverely thank you, Dunwich Horror

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As you might have known: Me, Dunwich Horror am occupant of archive as well. Even though they try from time to time, or always, to make me leave archive by spraying things on me and calling me bad smell.

What you might not know about things is that Dunwich Horror has found new corners of archive no one knows about, even you, and those corners am currently empty of the sorts of interested things what decorate the archive where humans and others dwell.

My annex, as we in art worlds say about art places that are extra, has much need for things to make it more… “placey”, something to pretty up empty space.

I need better providers of stuff – here is why:

Ready? Okay!

Unknown decorators come throughout every day and try to decorate the Dunwich Horror Annex with things… many of which not too spiffy, such as bananna peels, empty milk cartons, styrofoam peanuts, and such.

Not to complain, they are not bad decorations – but apparently trucks like these things… A LOT!

Each weak, BIG truck finds annex, lifts annex up in sky, and eats all decorations what were donated. Sometimes Eats Dunwich Horror. Scares bejebus out of Dunwhich Horror each and every time… sometime Dunwich Horror has to walk home after being eaten.

Dunwich Horror wants make annex official with real stuff what trucks do not like. Dunwich Horror wants to sleep in on Tuesdays, and not get eated by BIG truck, and not have walk home.

More artifact and relic donations, crafty donations, and such – less dead cats and “sporks” – less mustache cream tin, less ”shaved snizzy magazine” (scary!). ART! That is what Dunwich needs to get annex up and running.

Send links to art donations and exhibits through handy contact form, tell Dunwich Horror about yourself and donations.

Thank you,

Dunwich Horror.

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“He locked away the Necronomicon with a shudder of disgust, but the room still reeked with an unholy and unidentifiable stench. ‘As a foulness shall ye know them,’ he quoted. Yes – the odour was the same as that which had sickened him at the Whateley farmhouse less than three years before”

First off imagine be sprayed with yellow mustard from giant bottle, being treeted like giant cosmic weiner, then to be called ‘ugly’ or ‘hideous’ by wrinkly old humans I not even know personally, waving their arms about at self all threatening like, screaming at Dunwich Horror when Dunwich Horror not doing anything bad – just happily crusching trees all like “Crunch! Crunch!” minding own business… maybe eat a few humans but it’s okay really.

Then imagine be dissolved from world by meddlesome old people what won’t lend ancient books out and then think you are stinky, and what think brother are stinky which is LIE!

Well, It took long time be conjured back here just to defend myself from terrible old wrinkly man’s malicous comments at Dunwich Horror smell.

I wants to start with saying “Untrue!” at hideous wrinkly human thing what LIE about Dunwich Horror and Dunwich Horror family, want to ruin good name of Dunwich Horror!

Me could explain things about destruction of Earth and sucking it into nother dimension, but not worth dignifying that right now because of more important thing, like, say old man LIE!

Note:

1) Odour was at Whately farm house at SAME TIME Old Man was, then again in library at same time OLD MAN was in library. It does not take a brain genius to figure out this not happenstance or coindicince that SMELL WAS WHERE OLD MAN WAS, both times!

Old man wants to be seen as hero, but in reality, old man make hideous smell – not Dunwich Horror – then wrinkly old man blames hideous smell on Dunwich Horror, and then finds only spell to make Dunwich Horror leave before Dunich Horror tell about him lie to others.

Old Man not hero. Not hero at all! Not banish Dunwich Horror anymore!

Banish Old Man! Banish Old Stinky Man!

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(1928) H. P. Lovecraft as published April 1929 in “Weird Tales”

The Dunwich Horror

Gorgons and Hydras, and Chimaeras – dire stories of Celaeno and the Harpies – may reproduce themselves in the brain of superstition – but they were there before. They are transcripts, types – the archtypes are in us, and eternal. How else should the recital of that which we know in a waking sense to be false come to affect us all? Is it that we naturally conceive terror from such objects, considered in their capacity of being able to inflict upon us bodily injury? O, least of all! These terrors are of older standing. They date beyond body – or without the body, they would have been the same… That the kind of fear here treated is purely spiritual – that it is strong in proportion as it is objectless on earth, that it predominates in the period of our sinless infancy – are difficulties the solution of which might afford some probable insight into our ante-mundane condition, and a peep at least into the shadowland of pre-existence.

- Charles Lamb: Witches and Other Night-Fears (more…)

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