Anyone who is not a jerk.. and anyone who likes Super Mario Bros- If you come over Saturday night my mom said we can stay up till ten PM! But she said we can only watch TV or play Nintendo for an hour- but we could go skateboarding.. oh wait my MOM took my skateboard away because I swore. I'm sure there is plenty we could do though- we could look for bugs in the backyard! Or help my mom bake for the Sunday bake sale. On Sunday we can go to church and then my grandma said she'll drive us to the mall for the WHOLE afternoon, yup you heard it! The WHOLE afternoon. No foolin'! Jeepers, whatever we do I'm SURE it will be a blast!"Faced with this realization, Randolph Carter reeled in the clutch of supreme horror- horror such as not been hinted even at the climax of that hideous night when two had ventured into an ancient and abhorred necropolis under a waining moon and only one had emerged. No death, no doom, no anguish can arouse the surpassing dispear which flows from a loss of identity. Time, the waves (communicating to Randolph Carter) went on, is motionless, and without begining or end. That it has motion and is the cause of change is an illusion. Indeed, it is itself really an illusion, for except to the narrow sight of beings in limited dimensions there are no such things as, present and future. Men think of time only because of what they call change, yet that too is illusion. All that was, is, and is to be, exists simultaneously."