Tsathoggua Bags
Description: "In that secret cave in the bowels of Voormithadreth...abides from eldermost eons the god Tsathoggua. You shall know Tsathoggua by his great girth and his batlike furriness and the look of a sleepy black toad which he has eternally. He will rise not from his place, even in the ravening of hunger, but will wait in divine slothfulness for the sacrifice." - Clark Ashton Smith, "The Seven Geases"
Description: "In that secret cave in the bowels of Voormithadreth...abides from eldermost eons the god Tsathoggua. You shall know Tsathoggua by his great girth and his batlike furriness and the look of a sleepy black toad which he has eternally. He will rise not from his place, even in the ravening of hunger, but will wait in divine slothfulness for the sacrifice." - Clark Ashton Smith, "The Seven Geases"
Description: Mr Tsathoggua had been busy all week. One week. A long time ago. He'd been resting since then, bulking up and getting ready. He wasn't sure what he was waiting for, but the knew that initiative comes to those that wait. A heart fondling story about poor executive function coupled with near omnipotence and a journey of self acceptance.
Description: In that secret cave in the bowels of Voormithadreth...abides from eldermost eons the god Tsathoggua. You shall know Tsathoggua by his great girth and his batlike furriness and the look of a sleepy black toad which he has eternally. He will rise not from his place, even in the ravening of hunger, but will wait in divine slothfulness for the sacrifice.
Description: "In that secret cave in the bowels of Voormithadreth...abides from eldermost eons the god Tsathoggua. You shall know Tsathoggua by his great girth and his batlike furriness and the look of a sleepy black toad which he has eternally. He will rise not from his place, even in the ravening of hunger, but will wait in divine slothfulness for the sacrifice." - Clark Ashton Smith, "The Seven Geases"
Description: "Their hand is at your throats, yet ye see Them not; and Their habitation is even one with your guarded threshold. Yog-Sothoth is the key to the gate, whereby the spheres meet. Man rules now where They ruled once; They shall soon rule where man rules now. After summer is winter, after winter summer. They wait patient and potent, for here shall They reign again."
Description: "In that secret cave in the bowels of Voormithadreth . . . abides from eldermost eons the god Tsathoggua. You shall know Tsathoggua by his great girth and his batlike furriness and the look of a sleepy black toad which he has eternally. He will rise not from his place, even in the ravening of hunger, but will wait in divine slothfulness for the sacrifice." ~Clark Ashton Smith Mr Tsathoggua had been busy all week. One week. A long time ago. He'd been resting since then, bulking up and getting ready. He wasn't sure what he was waiting for, but the knew that initiative comes to those that wait. A heart fondling story about poor executive function coupled with near omnipotence and a journey of self acceptance.
