The Tentacle

»-(¯..v..¯)-» «-(¯..v..¯)-«“ They stand like glowing megaliths against the broken sky, the silhouettes of a thousand metallic towers rising into the aether. Spouting flames and pollution, sick with overindulgence, like a neon stonehenge, drawing down fire from the night and a feverish madness into the scrambling populous of the frantic city streets. Hungry and full of desire, they run in packs along the labyrinthine corridors of the skyscraper purgatory.”
“Nomads and nobodies cloaked in their cyclopean shadows. Workers and losers full of pain and regret, stragglers on the fringes of reality. They toil and turn in the twisted city maze. Ghosts, desperate and wild with empty hearts and empty dreams. They hustle in their monotonous kingdom of narcissus, traveling deeper into the dark future and the chemical horizon, tomorrow as obscure as today. A kingdom of oblivion.”
“So let us rise up in our glory, like the steel towers that dominate the Dark Horizon. Let us taste the fruits of the metropolitan night and the neon jungle, awakening the spirits who walk on the concrete paths and haunt the places where men once stood. Show us those hidden vistas of potentia, those gateways into the spaces between, that we may call down the forces from beyond and mingle with the invisible ones dwelling therein.”
“With tentacles luminous and fluid let us embrace the shadowy streets and the feral skyline, that our mythos may become entwined with the pulse and play of the Hidden Gods. Let madmen become our prophets that their scattered words may bring revelation and direction and let the empty walls speak riddles to our souls, unlocking the mysteries within.”