THE FUTURIST! took a stroll through Lovecraft Hills
located at the outer reaches of Utter Despair, N.J.
After parking his automobile, THE FUTURIST!
proceeded across the public parking lot and
heard some odd deep rumbling noises emanating
from below his feet.
He looked down and saw thin cracks in the macadam
of the lot beginning to ripple and branch out.
Hellish tentacled monster emerging from the ground?
THE FUTURIST! went back to his car and got
his digital camera and decided to record the evidence
of what he was witnessing for this distinguished blog.
After snapping the picture, THE FUTURIST!
scurried back to his car like a frightened rabbit.
(a name he was given when he was 7 years old by the
other children at Sylvia Plath Elementary School)
He then started his car and drove away like a Formula One racer.